take bitter sweat later
Cappadocia is a sense of time. These are millions of years of geological processes, the movement of the elements of air, water, and earth.
After monotonous loops, dives, descents and ascents, having finally overcome another ridge, the road suddenly breaks out into space and joyfully rushes into the valley. In front of me, as far as the eye can see, Cappadocia, perhaps the most amazing and unusual country that I have seen, stretches. I am in Turkey, in the central part of Anatolia. Continue reading
On the issue of faith and tolerance. Very relevant – in the light of recent shelling and the complete destruction of the statues of the Buddha. “I don’t know a traveler,” wrote IA Bunin, “who did not repent of the Turks because they exposed the temple, deprived it of sculptures, paintings, mosaics …”. And we, who survived the most cruel and destructive 20th century, when thousands of temples were blown up, should thank the Turks for not blowing up, not tearing, not burning. In 1935, when by the order of Turkish President Kemal Ataturk, Hagia Sophia was turned into a museum, the restorers revealed part of the mosaic. Continue reading