29 November 2015
This morning I woke up at 05:30AM. Looking out of the window of my hotel
room on the fourth floor , I noticed it was raining.
The road passing by the hotel was deserted at this early hour of the
morning. This in sharp contrast with all the commotion, large crowds and lots
of traffic yesterday during the protest.
All of a sudden I heard the sound of a siren. Scanning the
streets, I saw an ambulance with lights flashing
making its way to the freeway at high speed.
I actually held my breath to brace
myself for memories of the young boy with the refuse bag I saw in town
yesterday. I was wondering where he would be right now. Safe at home with his
parents, or…? And I asked myself which is worse: the war or the fear of it.
A therapy session with an aid worker this morning, left me pondering even
more and I formed my thoughts with care. Thoughts about leaving for the
Netherlands in a few days’ time and going “back to the order of the day”. But
what exactly is the order of the day? Is it another reality? But which or whose
reality, where and when? Does reality
exist? I guess everybody has his or her own reality at any given time and
place. I will have to accept and let go. But for now my reality is in Gaziantep
helping traumatised aid workers.
Tomorrow is going to be a busy day with four therapy sessions planned. I
was therefor happy to experience some of the Turkish culture and visit the Zeugma Mosaic Museum this afternoon. It is
the biggest mosaic museum in the world and is situated right here in Gaziantep.
From a distinctly different reality I bit you goodnight.
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