VISIT THE NEW IRAQ (continued, part 3) In Dahuk, I stayed at a hotel, which my guidebook described the only hotel for backpackers in Iraq. True, such other tourists here, I have not seen. They almost never met me, not only in Dohuk, but throughout Iraq. The cheapest room in Iraq worth about $ 15. This price usually includes air conditioning, television, private bathroom with outdoor toilet and a small refrigerator. With electricity throughout Iraq is still tense. The light is often turned off, and usually it happens just at the moment when you're finished writing a long letter by email, so that the humming sound of the generators may well be the background sound of your stay in Iraq. Dohuk - the old city of Dohuk from the day I went to a small mountain resort Sula, where I managed to walk to a small waterfall, whose form could well be serene, if not around there was so much debris. Then I went on the road, where a few minutes later caught by a machine that dovezla me to the nearest town, called Amadiyah and sits atop a huge cliff amazing. The streets of this town is not so loaded vehicles, and he is small enough so that my presence was immediately noticed by all its inhabitants, which I presented to her astonished look, meeting me on the road. A gaggle of local children initially stayed away from me at a safe distance, but I had only started to photograph them as they could not stop laughing, thinking, this occupation is very funny, and made a fuss over the right to pose in front of the camera. Kids I've been going to leave the city when the road has led me to the building of a local school. Classes had just ended, and students took to the streets. All looked only at me from all sides was heard the laughter. The oldest, the most likeable and obviously the most popular student approached me and said: "You go with me to my house for tea." 22-year Riben Hddad led me down the street, but because we ran a little fun small group of younger students. Soon we came to a wonderful courtyard, where we were treated to various Kurdish sweets such as baklava and other sweet baked goods that we zapili not a cup of tea. Before I left, Riben put it in my backpack fresh pomegranates and nuts from my own garden, as well as adding all the uneaten candy in my bag. Visiting Ribena on his BMW, we went to a small Christian village, where lived a family of his friend. There, we have covered a huge table, which had fresh bread, boiled vegetables and rice pancakes. I was told that an invitation to dinner at an Iraqi house - it's an honor. And while Riben drove me back to the station taxi, I caught myself thinking that I always seemed somehow unreal, that kindness, which in this country accept strangers, just do not know borders. Start material: Read more:
No comments:
Post a Comment