October 2, 2015 PRI's The World
“This is Syrian tea. Please, it is our pleasure.”
“Thank you.”
The Syrians I meet in the small square outside the Sinbad Restaurant in Izmir, Turkey are all fleeing an escalating war in their country they say has made it impossible for them to stay in their homes.
Asas, a fashion designer from Damascus in his early 30s, tells me
that mortar shells are falling all over the capital, even in formerly
“safe” neighborhoods. Recently a bomb fell during his fashion show; the
before-and-after photos on his mobile phone show elegant evening gowns,
then exploded plaster and hanging wires.
Nour is just 17 and is traveling alone. “If you are walking in the streets suddenly you hear deeewwww,” he says, crouching a little, “a missile or an explosion. There is no life.” His two older brothers have already gone to Europe. His parents are still in Syria and call him constantly on Skype or Whatsapp. “My father’s soul is with me,” he says.
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IZMIR, Turkey “Please, have some tea. Do you take sugar?”
“Yes, thank you.”“This is Syrian tea. Please, it is our pleasure.”
“Thank you.”
The Syrians I meet in the small square outside the Sinbad Restaurant in Izmir, Turkey are all fleeing an escalating war in their country they say has made it impossible for them to stay in their homes.
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| Sinbad Cafe in Basmane neighborhood in Izmir |
Nour is just 17 and is traveling alone. “If you are walking in the streets suddenly you hear deeewwww,” he says, crouching a little, “a missile or an explosion. There is no life.” His two older brothers have already gone to Europe. His parents are still in Syria and call him constantly on Skype or Whatsapp. “My father’s soul is with me,” he says.
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