Tuesday, 30 October 2007
The Beach
Towed away in Sanlıurfa
When we woke up in the morning the street in front of our hotel was fenced with police tape. There were some cars parked behind and some motorcycles in front of Shlakiyah. We could not get out. Later streets were filled with police forces carrying a lot of tear gas guns. ˝We are preparing for the afternoon demonstrations.˝ ˝Against what? ˝ ˝Against PKK killing Turkish soldiers.˝ Shlakiyah got towed away from the parking on the street. Apparently it was considered a terrorist threat. We got it back for 40 EUR paid straight to police pockets. They were extremely arrogant. The officer in charge didn’t want to identify himself nor issue us a proof of payment. We wanted to complain but there is no tourist police in a place like Sanlıurfa. Tourism in Turkey is not always as presented in the Berlin fair.
Then we heard the demonstrations. Ridiculous! The only demonstrating were school kids who were probably ordered to join. It reminded us very much of the staged Qod’s day demonstrations in Iran. The locals couldn’t be bothered. Some people told me demonstrators are ignorant.
Thursday, 25 October 2007
Tur Abdin
We visited two. Deir ez Zafferan and Mar Gabriel. They are completely restored and look new, though they were build in fifth century. The restorations are paid by Suriani diaspora, mainly living in Germany, Sweden, and Switzerland. Along with money the diaspora also sends their sons to attend classes in Aramaic liturgy, to help monks harvest pistachio trees, and to explain visitors that accepting Turks to EU would be a suicide.
One of the boys took us to a sanctuary hidden behind a small chapel. It was where Mar Gabriel, a great ascetic, punished his flesh to liberate his soul and to get closer to God. I tried it out. It is a narrow slit in the wall, where he would spend months standing up. As in From the Holy Mountain: ˝Mar Gabriel used to say no slave should sit or lie down in the presence of his master, and that as he was always in the presence of his Lord he should always stand up.˝ After the claustrophobic sightseeing the parish invited us for lunch and to camp in their gardens. Eating cold spaghetti in a Suriani monastery was an interesting travel experience.
Camping with the ancestors
Southeastern Anatolia
Iran from a distance
First we met H. on the streets of Isfahan. He instantly asked us to go for a drink, then eventually invited us to his friends in the evenings that followed. It was very interesting to meet this crowd as they are very critical about the government, very non-religious and tries to live a western life as far as it is possible, they had vodka bottles in their kitchens and the girls instantly took of their hijab as soon as we came in. H. said that Islam is against happiness, “How can you forbid dancing” he said, “small children dance when they hear music, dancing is life!”
In Isfahan we also met Dr. T. he is equally friendly and equally against the government but deeply religious. His wife never took of her veil in front of Peter, even his daughter who seven years old had a scarf. Dr. T. drove us around to show all the monuments and holy places of Isfahan, for example the martyr cemetery where boys and men who died in the Iran-Iraq war are buried. He invited us to his house and we spent a night and several dinners with the family.
As we arrived in Shiraz we called a friend of a friend, Z. and she showed up with a rose for us and the news that she had taken two days off to show us Shiraz. Then followed a sightseeing frenzy that ended with us visiting more attractions in two days than we did in Isfahan in eight. Z. is also very Islamic and strictly kept the Ramadan fast, this means she didn’t even drink water during the day when we rushed through the hot and sunny gardens, museums and famous tombs of Shiraz. Z. makes half the money we do when working but she insisted on paying entrance fees and taxis. When we gave her a goodbye present she nearly cried.
I wish these people along with everyone else we met can make a brighter future in the multilayered Islamic Republic of Iran.
Monday, 15 October 2007
End of the Road
This is the south. The sky shines without a cloud. It’s still hot. Domes of the mosques that rise from the sea of countless mud roofs are adorned with pink and yellow flowers. In many of its city gardens cypresses shamelessly lean on palm trees full of dates; tangerines and pomegranates hang from the trees. Once, Shiraz has been famous for nightingales, poets, roses, and wine. The vineyards and famous grapes are replaced by fields of watermelons. The charm is long gone but is not forgotten in the poems of Hafez and Saadi.
Old Persia
We spend the night in the park attached to Persepolis; the guard just let us in and offered us tea. We were alone with the ancient world. Persepolis was built about 512 BC by Darius and burnt to the ground by Alexander the Great some two hundreds year later. The most fascinating feature of the site is the decoration. Reliefs are surprisingly well preserved; their surfaces are smooth as silk.
Isfahan
We stayed a relaxed week. It’s easy to spend hours to admire different mosques, bridges. Persian architecture is at its finest here. One could explore city monuments for months without coming to the end of them. The centre is the square, a huge rectangle enclosed by arcades. The most magnificent buildings around the square were built 400 years ago by Shah Abbas. The domes of the mosques and the minarets are tiled in Safavid blue. There used to be the nicest teahouse overlooking the square. It’s only but a memory now. The government had closed it. Officially to prevent young people from smoking too many water pipes. We walked down to arched bridges, to find the rest of the old city teahouses. They are all gone. Puritanism took up again. Luckily, European style cafes opened up in well hidden alleys of Armenian quarter of Jolfa. Great places to hang out with friends.
Sunday, 7 October 2007
Qods Day
It is Friday prayers. Several roads around the Imam Homeini square have been closed to traffic. Throughout the morning lines of mullahs, men, women in black, and children have been filling into a vast square. All around, loudspeakers cry sermons and martial music. In front of the Imam’s mosque thousands of men (the women are placed separately at the back of the square close to the bazaar) sit in rows on the ground. Under the podium a large banners proclaim the flaming slogans: ˝The US administration is an accomplice in Zionists crimes. America is the enemy of the mankind. Future belongs to Hezbollah, etc.˝ Now, before the main sermon, comes the warm-up. Large speakers denounce the criminals. ˝Down with Israel!. Down with America!˝
Postscript by Anna:
I would like to add that even if I agree with the protest against the occupation of the Palestinian territories I am shocked by the message of war and death, especially as children are holding posters about death and hatred without knowing it. It is also important to add that this demonstration has declined in popularity over the last years. According to the people we spoke to there used to be millions of participants. There are rumours that people from the villages are offered money and bus rides to the cities as well as food in exchange for taking part.
A young man said that he was forced to join during his military service. While the soldiers usually had to shave their heads, there was an exception a few weeks before demonstrations like this one, they were ordered to grow their hair in order to blend in and look like civilians.
I believe that the pictures shown in this post are not representative of the opinion of many Iranians, most people we meet are critical about the government of this country.