My kurdish family
I will never forget the week I spent with the Suluntay family in Urfa. From the first evening we met, they accepted me as one of theirs (kucuk Aishe if you can remember my last article about them). The second time I visited them it was clear that I had no choice but to go and pick up my bags and 'move in'. They prepared a room for me, which was freezing but had big blankets and all other comforts. I planned to stay 1 or 2 days, but I felt so much at home that I ended up staying longer. So 2 days became 4, and 4 days became 7 when I realised that I might have to go back to being a lonely orphan lost on the roads of Turkey.
The evenings were not spent watching TV, but generally sitting on the carpets in the only heated room in the house. This is the room where we ate, talked, played music or even footbal, laughed, where the men prayed several times a day and where several people slept regardless if any of the above mentioned activities were going on. It is a perfect playground for kids who loved to run around and jump on the pillows.
Picture: Mihdya's children after climbing on the pyramid of mattresses and blanketsThe Suluntay family could participate in a cast for a kurdish comedy and would surely win (with me as the protagonist of course :)). Mother Aishe (Buyuk Aishe), with her big belly, smiling eyes and traditional clothes is a star. One evening she was sitting next to the place where her husband was preparing to sleep. While he took off his 'upper clothes' she started laughing, poaked me and pointed at him saying: "eskeletor!". He is indeed very skinny, I told her that she should give him some fat and she laughed again. This big kurdish mother is just so loving, touchingly genine and she is just 'taking it easy'. Maybe that's the positive effect of having 10 children and many more grandchildren.
Hasan, the youngest son of19 years old, decided that he should marry my sister (inspired by my suggestion and some pictures). He is also a very good actor. So one evening he put on his cloak, took a small bag and entered the living room declaring that he was going to the airport in order to fly to France. In the video you see him kicking his mum with his foot and his sleeping father (Ali tended to sleep early...) with a stick. Nothing worked and he ended up postponing his departure ;).
One evening, while I was trying to fix a kurdish scarf on my head, Hasan, Memo and Adile decided to make me wear the full kurdish outfit.
And the last one is a video of another family which I visited. They have lots of babies hihi :)

