This is one of the first photographs I took of the little boy of Istanbul. I added some words from the poem “In Search of the Little Boy of Istanbul“. Someone made it into a large poster for me with Photoshop. I love this photograph because it shows everything about the little [...]
In his land, I want to lie down upon the harsh sand that burns the skin or to stand at the edge of a mountain where the wind blows a horrible cruel whisper like a silent shriek across the burnt sky. It is the shriek, like a scream when the mouth is open and [...]
The Little Boy of
Istanbul and the waiters
of the Café by the
Mosque:
Of faith and hope
and charity
Of love,
Of conviviality.
They were talking among themselves and then one of them said to me, “did you know we were speaking Kurdish? Once this language was forbidden to be spoken in Turkey”. To which I replied, because I did [...]
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