We've stood/fallen into both the Tigris and the Euphrates. We've fallen in love with Anatolian kilims all over again (though we may just start calling them what they are -- Kurdish kilims). We've won multiple cards of Kababingo. We've seen seven year old girls with mustaches. We've searched the bazaars for the best weapon to raise the stakes in the arms race on our Sokak back at home. We've tasted watermelons grown in pools of pigeon shit. We drove up to the Syria/Iraq/Turkey border and resisted the urge to drop off the Producer who forgot to bring any form of ID with him on that particular day trip. We've heard the jingle of racing pigeons wearing bracelets and earrings (srsly!). We appealed to the authorities to hurry up and flood Hasankeyf already, the place is a shithole.
We report. You decide.