21 oct 2012
The train, even though new, reached Smyrna through consecutive breaks and horns due to unguarded train crossing. This time I made lots of requests in CouchSurfing to be hosted but I didn’t get any answers. I go out in the city and I have no idea where the centre is. I start asking how do I find the sea. It’s a good and simple question to start from.
I search for Wifi to check my mail in case I have any answers from the CouchSurfing. Nothing. No one has ever come back to me. It’s almost 12 a.m. and the only two options that I have are either rooms that start from 40 Euros or go to Basmane (a rough area). When you are traveling you shouldn’t get anxious about many things. Just bare in mind the basic rules. One of those is that you should avoid rough neighbourhoods in the centre of a city at night. And that cost me 40 Euros!
Next morning I realise that a sociologist offered to be my host. During our meeting I find out that he is an army officer working for NATO. He had a fake ID on the site in order to avoid further problems with the army. His military instict was obvious from the very first moment. He had spread maps all over the table and had already made a list for me of what to see the next day.
So, the following days I photographed, I inquired about the visa of the next country I was about to visit, I agreed on a job in Kappadocia, I took my camera for cleaning and among all these I discovered my favourite soup that is called Ezogelin (mada of lentils, wheat and rice). I also met lots of Turkish people and every time they would hear the word “Yunan” they would offer me this huge smile, coming from the bottom of their hearts, and they would say the word “Brothers”. We are Brothers.