Turkey, a land full of contrasts. Also for me. After a bustling week with a group snowwalking the sunny mountains and Capadoccia I end up in Ankara on my own on a grey Sunday.
When I walk around I feel like discovering the real Ankara. The past, the present and the future. I pass the Ataturk Memorial, with the families going for a sundaywalk. I enjoy the artifacts of the Anatolian history in the beautiful museum. I watch kids play soccer in the citadel, where it feels like time stood still. I see the old houses, thrown together on a hill. I cross a market full of illegal CD´s and DVD´s where the music is blaring. I hear the crowds in the large stadium cheer to their hometeam while in front a few amateurs play their own match in the mud without any spectators. I eat half a chicken in a cafetaria where all the men only have eyes for the small tv in the corner. I hear the call for prayer come down the hills. And I feel all alone in the Genclik Park, when everybody has gone home.
I see the people of Ankara, who give colour to a grey Sunday. |
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