Aleppo 2010
Aleppo, Syria 2010
Colorful downtown Aleppo as an advertisement might say. Aleppo had a charm that Damascus didn’t have. Or maybe by the time we got to Aleppo, we had become acclimatized to Syria. It was our favorite city.
Bedouin
A small hotel on a side street. Bedouin men unused to staying indoors squatted on the sidewalk as they might huddle around a fire if they were home in the desert. They avoided looking at strangers the way people do who are not used to crowds. I imagined they were uneasy and longed to be back in the emptiness they call home.
Questioning Eyes
A neighborhood tamarind drink vendor. I show you this for no reason except I like this man’s face. He is kind. I feel it.
I like his questioning expression. “Why would she want my photo?” I can imagine him telling his wife when he gets home for dinner that ” a tourist lady took my photo today.”
I like his hair, thick and curly, low on his forehead. His dark eyes with pigmented lids. He reminds me of my mother’s family who are from Italy. I look at him and wonder where he is now.