We reached a small brook in a shady valley, where the water made a pleasant sound, inviting us to drink. We drank deeply and rested. After the hot, tiring journey across the mountains, it was nice to relax and loosen our belts. The captain, my guide, and I lay back, enjoying the moment. The Turkish soldiers walked their horses under the trees, gently patting them and talking to them before letting them drink. Then, they tied the horses to nearby branches, sat down, and rolled cigarettes for each other to share. They also rested in the shade, enjoying a well-deserved break after their long ride Customized Daily Istanbul Tours.
The Young Turkish Soldier
One Turkish soldier caught my attention. He looked strong and fair, almost like an Englishman. He could have been mistaken for a British soldier, except for the fact that he only spoke Turkish and wore the red fez. Later, he became my servant during the journey through Albania. Even though we couldn’t communicate easily, he was quick to understand what I needed. The first thing I noticed about him was that he had an excellent horse. The bond between the soldier and his horse was strong. Whenever they stopped, the soldier would stay close to his horse, petting it and talking to it.
A Quiet Moment
In the calm afternoon, my Turkish “Tommy” quietly walked away from the group and followed the brook. He came to a patch of green grass, and I watched him curiously. He took out a small piece of cloth from his jacket, about the size of a handkerchief, and carefully washed it. At first, I thought he was just cleaning something. But then he took off his riding boots and washed his feet. He was very careful with the cloth and made sure it was clean, spreading it on the green grass.
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