‘No-alcohol trade zone’ I am at the Macrocenter of Cesme, Turkish coast. I ended up checking the shelf of the renowned artichokes (enginarlar) from Urla, despite I was looking for a bottle
[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.
“YYYesss..just some yoghurt will be ok..believe me. All right! I will also try a biscuit, thank you. Please, yes, more coffee, I promise it will be the last cup.” I am in
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