Claudia Zecchin

Samarkand – ch. I

Tashkent Station, 8.30 a.m. It’s such a strange day, this. I’m in Uzbekistan for business, it seems I’ll be boarding a train shortly to reach one of our clients. Destination? Samarkand. Sounds
July 5, 2023

The legend of Abu Simbel

3:30 a.m. The alarm goes off in Aswan. We’re all curled up, silent, puffy-eyed, biting croissants in the riverboat lobby. The Greeks are, as always, chatting away on the deck—their meeting point
April 24, 2023

The Old Cataract Hotel – Aswan

It is a sultry, hot day, the south wind is not blowing, and so the dream of our excursion on a felucca around Elephantine Island also fades. We do it by motor boat, rather
April 23, 2023

On the Nile – Luxor and Karnak

Every day five o’clock tea is served on the deck, here in the Nile motor ship. Greeks chat until evening time, Italians sunbathe in their bikini, even some Germans pop up, otherwise
April 21, 2023

Potlaç, Turkish edition

This is the story of a guy I can now call a friend. It is a story that began for a work purpose, which led me to encounter a reality, a social
March 8, 2023

Çay, cigarettes and kahve

[continues from “Ankara, the capital of Turkey”] R picks me up after a long delay. Every now and then I wonder if I am really fascinated by the rhythms of the Orient.
November 15, 2022

Autumn night in Ankara

Una distesa arida e secca, sembra una piana lunare Ankara, la capitale di Turchia, mentre atterro nel buio di novembre. A dry, arid expanse, it looks like a lunar plain Ankara, the
November 14, 2022
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