Anatolia

First season of fieldwork in Central Anatolia. Summer 2004. Kardes Turkuler on my ipod.



"I am lost... I am lost in my own country."

These are the thoughts that haunted me as I drove a crappy station wagon, along the dirt roads somewhere near Nigde. The sun blew its unbearably hot breath from the windows and I passed ruins and hills and mounds and fields and villages.

I knew I had to stop in each of these small, worn-out, vanishing homes... I had to know who they were and I had to tell the world about them. I had to show how ancient and how important these people actually were. Yet, at that lost moment, I drove on.


And came a time the path took a left turn and there was nothing but the dark, dirty Central Anatolian yellow. I looked at my compass, as I knew I needed to go East and I kept driving.