Northern Cyprus, reflections from the time there.
Ozankoy the village nestles above where we were staying. I would visit frequently, a ten minute walk in 37 glorious degrees of late afternoon heat. The place would be asleep and I too almost seem to sleep walk down the side streets. The old men are dozing at tables in the main square.
Then activity! two teenage girls prance down the street and as I walk back to the house they appear as if fairies from another world on every street corner in a moment. Reverie is broken by the Imman's stern call to prayer.