Diyarbakır – The Houses of Bakir
Diyarbakır is the last stop before the frontier. The unofficial capital of Turkish Kurdistan, army bases surround it, and the police presence is heavy. Red and green (Kurdish national colors) are ubiquitous, and are present in everything from store signs to flags flying.
People tell us the people in Diyarbakır are mean, nasty. Kids throw stones. We arrive and people come up to us to offer help, directions, suggestions. When we walk down the street they stop in their tracks to say “Hello.” Just hello. Shopkeepers stand in their doorways, grin and bow, hands over hearts. Maybe this is a different Diyarbakır than the one described to me.
At the makeshift bus stop, a dusty parking lot with low, square seats around the walls, a boy has a box of pigeons. He is binding their wings with Scotch tape, then stuffing them back in the box. “Those are for eat?” I ask. “Yup.” “They are good?” “Delicious.”
Next in the series: Under Kurdish Skies
All photos by Rachael Strecher.