Bu günler, haktan hukuktan söz edenlerin sıkıştıklarında sığındıkları " Hiç beş parmağın beşi bir mi" dedikleri günler. Eşitliğin, yerlerde bile sürünemediği, insan olabilenin tamam, yeter artık demesi gereken günler. Umutla güzel bir gün diliyorum.
His defeated walk back to the gate. His father sent him into the pen to choose a good goat and drag it out. It was the first time that he was offered the opportunity and he gave it a valiant effort but failed. This was of particular interest because the goat was for me. It was my birthday and the elder of the village offered to prepare a fresh goat in the traditional Hamar tribe style. Hours later under the pitch black Ethiopian sky, moonless with every star, we sat around in a circle eating perfectly cooked goat and sipping honey wine out of old antifreeze bottles with a couple Hamar families I stayed with and some dear local friends I made there. Little Hamar babies sat on my lap and chewed on bones. The fire cracked in the distance and sent off just enough light to remind me that I was in totally different and precious world. My favorite birthday.
Omo Valley, Ethiopia