I crossed the country from Istanbul to Cappadocia, the Black Sea to the border with Syria and Iraq. It was an experience unforgettable where one after other my prejudices and misconceptions were smashed by the reality of living there.Tweet
“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.”
― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky
In 2011 I decide to go way and live in Turkey. I wanted return home and say: everything now has new colours; life seems much brighter and more meaningful because I had discovered we are all equal in ours differences.
I crossed the country from Istanbul to Cappadocia, the Black Sea to the border with Syria and Iraq. It was an experience unforgettable where one after other my prejudices and misconceptions about the land, the culture and the people were smashed by the reality of living there.
I see many beaches and mountains, the taste of snow and the burning sun, crossed forests and cities, meeting people, eating the Turkish good and simple food, and going to bed wanting more, dreaming with legends of goddess and heroes, myths and real stories of life, love and death.
In the end I didn’t return home. I move to London. It was there I wrote what had lived, learned and saw in this complex and beautiful country. Together 1000 photographs, interviews and history fill the pages telling the story of difficulties, happiness, proud, glory, and religion. The tile in Portuguese is: Luzes da Turquia.