Being a lover of the West and coming from the East isn’t always easy, nor is it painless to feel for the East when you come from the West. In the first case, you’re seen as being in the pay of foreign powers, in the latter, you’re deemed a victim of the distorting prism of exoticism.
6th post. The Silk Road of the Third Millennium carries human flesh. Its terminal on Turkish soil is Izmir: here, muhajirins arrive. Muhajirins, like Mussa Khan, who try the Aegean route to end up, too often, at the bottom of the sea. To look for him, I need to enter Basmane, Europe’s last door.