Türgi | summer edition

Käisin oma esimesel soojamaa reisil.. või tehniliselt siiski teisel. Adanas. Vahe selles, et jaanuaris Türgis käies oli seal külmem kui Eestis.. niiet kas see ikka loeb? Tuli spontaanne võimalus minna pagulasteemalisele projektile ja miks mitte. Poleks vist ilus kahte asja nii võrrelda, aga vähemalt jaanuari projekti just mitte parim teostus sai nüüd kõvasti heastatud. Rääkida oleks palju, kuid parem on lühidalt asjad kokku võtta: peaaegu 10 päeva minimaalset internetikasutust (seal lihtsalt puudus wifi enamus kohtades), igapäevaselt 35-45 kraadi sooja, maailma parimalt valmistatud Türgi riis, grupitööd ja tegevused, väljasõidud Vahemere äärde, mägedesse, Türgi suurimasse, Sabanci mošeesse jms ning ka pagulaslaagrite külastused. Viimane neist mainitutest oli konkreetne reality check, sest oma silmaga näha kuidas inimesed elavad keset põldu presendist valmistatud telkides, lapsed jooksevad räbalatest riietes ringi ning lähevad 10kesi ühe palli pärast kaklema ja et inimesed karjuvad su peale araabia keeles et ‘miks te meid ei aita!?’ ja tõmbavad ja tirivad sind igat pidi, on ikka hull. Ja selliseid inimesi on Türgis miljoneid.. ning siis mõelda kuidas Eestis tehakse suur teema sellest kui mõni uus pagulaspere siia suunatakse, on küll naeruväärne.

Rannapäev oli tore, vesi oli ligi 30 kraadi ja niii soolane. Ja rannaliiv oli kuum. Kuna olen 365 päeva aastas lumivalge, siis muidugi tipnes päev sellega, et põlesin nii hullult ära, et kolm ööd korralikult magada ei saanud – ei aidanud see 3x SPF 50 määrimine mitte midagi. Ja Adana mägedes ringi sõitmine tuletas mulle Rumeeniat meelde.

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English: I went on my first trip to a warm country.. or well, technically on the second one. To Adana. The difference is that in January, Turkey was even colder than Estonia, so does it really count? I had the spontaneous chance to join a project on the topic of refugees and I thought ‘why not?’. I think it’s not nice to compare two things like that, but atleast the not-so-good organization of the January project was now compensated. There would be much to tell, but it’s better to conclude things shortly: almost 10 days of minimal internet usage (wifi was just non-existant there), 35-45 degrees Celsius on daily basis, the best Turkish rice or rice in general I’ve ever eaten, group works and different activities, field trips to the Mediterranean Sea, the mountains and the Sabanci Central Mosque, the biggest mosque in Turkey and also, visits to the refugee camps. The last of all mentioned was the biggest reality check, because seeing with your own eye how people live in the middle of some random field in tarpaulin tents, the children running around in shabby clothes and how 10 children go fighting over one random football is crazy. Add to that the fact that the women and children grab you, a white Western-looking person whenever and however they can and scream to your face in Arabic: “why don’t you help us??”. There is millions of people living like that in Turkey.. and then to think that in Estonia, where we have about 150 refugees, when a refugee family is placed here, it is made into this huge big deal, is pathetic.

The day at the beach was great, the water was about 30 degrees Celsius and so salty. And the sand was HOT. Since I’m usually paper white 365 days a year, then I of course managed to get a major sunburn, no matter that I used SPF 50 3 times during our 4.5 hour stay there.. and that resulted in not being to able move myself properly nor sleep for three days. Driving around Adana region mountains reminded me of Romania.

 

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