The recession has started to affect my hair. Gone are the days when I could afford to visit poncey salons, where I was served frothy coffee while my locks were snipped and pruned. I must add that these visits were out of necessity rather than vanity. You see my head…
Turkey, 1953 I strolled into the small township of Iskenderun, Turkey, having earlier that afternoon crossed the frontier from Northern Syria. Walking through one end of town and back again, I checked out the surrounding area and noticed a nice secluded little park, and thought to myself, this looks like…