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In the greatest belatedly discovered tragedy ever, I am missing all the photos from 10/12 - 10/20. This including the period where I wandered SE Turkey, COMPLETELY ON MY OWN, encountering NO OTHER FOREIGNERS, so that there is no possibility of ever tracking down someone who had accidentally taken a photo of me on say, Mt Nemrut (of the fallen heads) and frozen determination to stay till sunset, the enthusiastic girls in the shop in which I bought my coat, the man who beckoned me into his shop to try out marzipan and refused to let me pay for the pair of socks I wished to buy; or Şanlıurfa the traditional conservative city where I stayed with the sweetest little old Kurdish lady who took me to a local hammam with her, had a conversation with the most well spoken/mannered 12 year old boy who learned over 3 languages entirely from tourists, was dressed up by scarf sellers in the bazzar, bought tiny amounts of laundry detergent, posed with newly wed couples and fed sacred carp, shared pomagranates with a tiny wizened little doorstep lady.
A single awful shot over the battlements on a wall in Diyarbakir, the Kurdish stronghold that was bombed two days after I left; one crooked personality-less photo of Hasankeyf, the beautiful tiny town slated to be flooded by the Ilisu Dam where I ate fish from the Tigris in the dark. None from the random dolmus trips I townhopped on trying to get to Mardin and the little nowhere towns in between where I was invited to a wedding, took photos with bus folk, all the staff from a gas station, and a little old lady who gave me a sprig of basil.
None of Harran (one of several of the "oldest continuously inhabited town"'s in the history of civilization. Only three horrible photos remain of Gaziantep none of which include the most gorgeous mosaic museum in the world, the nutsellers and their determination to serve us softdrinks, and a hilarious encounter with a three little boys, their bicycle and a giant sloping hill.
Actually I hit my first traveler in a week in Hasankeyf, so there might be some hope of begging some of their photos from their collection if I can find them again. But none of them will be MY photos that /I/ took. Or of the people that /I/ met and chat with/drank tea/ ate desserts/were randomly asked to pose with. This ranks in one of the top ten failures in my life.
10/12/08-10/20/08 search results on all three drives = a grand total of 8 photos. And it took me over 8 months to realize they were missing. I am absolutely furious with myself.
A single awful shot over the battlements on a wall in Diyarbakir, the Kurdish stronghold that was bombed two days after I left; one crooked personality-less photo of Hasankeyf, the beautiful tiny town slated to be flooded by the Ilisu Dam where I ate fish from the Tigris in the dark. None from the random dolmus trips I townhopped on trying to get to Mardin and the little nowhere towns in between where I was invited to a wedding, took photos with bus folk, all the staff from a gas station, and a little old lady who gave me a sprig of basil.
None of Harran (one of several of the "oldest continuously inhabited town"'s in the history of civilization. Only three horrible photos remain of Gaziantep none of which include the most gorgeous mosaic museum in the world, the nutsellers and their determination to serve us softdrinks, and a hilarious encounter with a three little boys, their bicycle and a giant sloping hill.
Actually I hit my first traveler in a week in Hasankeyf, so there might be some hope of begging some of their photos from their collection if I can find them again. But none of them will be MY photos that /I/ took. Or of the people that /I/ met and chat with/drank tea/ ate desserts/were randomly asked to pose with. This ranks in one of the top ten failures in my life.
10/12/08-10/20/08 search results on all three drives = a grand total of 8 photos. And it took me over 8 months to realize they were missing. I am absolutely furious with myself.