If someone asks my impression of Turkey, I can start and finish the telling about tea.
When I visited monasteries, houses of some Muslim, restaurants in city, an old lady’s house in small village and even when I met boys herding goats in vast remote mountain, they offered tea without any question about me. Although we couldn’t communicate, have different religion and culture, the time drinking tea didn’t make any awkward feeling.
In Mor Yakup monastery where we stayed for one week, I held a tea party and invited people from the village nearby and the DAI students. Though there were many nationalities, languages, generations and religions, we be came together by one cup of tea.
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