Not the ones speaking the same language, but the ones sharing the same feelings understand eachother – Mevlana Rumi
Nurtan, is visiting her son Ali, who is herding with his son sheep at 1800 meters. She came together with her husband and her grandchild Mehmet from Bruxelles. And two others. She is a bit overdressed for this muddy area, but it doesn’t matter to her. She steps back in the old routine and is glad to gather fresh herbs on the yayla, even with her nice shoes are getting wet. At first Ali invited me for tea, but she took over, picked a gas stove out of the car and started to cook water en serve food. A picknick was created instantly. The atmosphere was cosy and everyone was enjoying this family-reunion. That I was walking to Konya was not so important to her. She was willing to pick a card and making a photo. For her picking herbs, and seeing her family on the yayla was making the day.