I feel I am an intruder. I know what it is, I lived with Muslim boys during university, I shared with them the sacrifices and joys of Ramadan. But here, in Istanbul, I seem to violate a sacred temple, I'm ashamed of being a tourist. I have only a rangefinder camera and a 35mm lens, I’m keeping a low profile, not to be intrusive. I'm afraid to disturb them.
Bad feelings vanish right away. I am impressed by the reception and tolerance of these people. The fatigue dissolves in a smile, sweet eyes, children's games. Everyday activities. And prayer, of course.
Then comes the evening, and it's a party. For everyone.