A lot of Arabs come here - for better life, they say. Some of them get paid less than Kurds - unfair, but reality when you can't really stay in the south either. These guys were working despite the afternoon heat.
The city - some buildings are old, some new, and some not yet finnished due to lack of money and delayed salaries.
We went to a place called 'cultural cafe' and it was literally full of culture - you had a mix of a bookshop and a cafe in one place! There I got to meet a local women's rights activist as well as a writer who is known for his campaigns for secular policymaking. You can rent their place for holding seminars etc. which I found really cool.
Mouhalabia - a traditional sweet milk pudding. Had to try if it beats the one my mom makes...It didn't :D
I wonder what the concept of home means for people around the world. In the age of globalisation I have always been positive on the thought that maybe we can all just be 'global citizens' and forget questions like 'where are you from' etc.
However, I find myself constantly trying to identify with where I am, kind of trying to find home wherever I happen to be. I am sure many fellow immigrants have the same problem (and perhaps mixed kids?) - in Finland, I am always and forever seen as a foreigner, but so I am here.
I think home for me is not a place, it's the people around me that make me feel like I am home. And maybe home is also about finding a balance between where I started from and where I ended up living.