I just came back from another photo-tour, if I can even call it that way, in Turkey. Why Turkey? I don't know - to be honest with you. I thought I wanted to see what was it - something that as heavily mixed as our North American "melting pot". First impressions of Turkey started showing up in Heathrow airport in London where I had a connection flight. The primarily Turkish crowd of passengers was indeed that “explosive” mixture of modern life and something post World Word II strange reminders as well as the whole plethora of all kinds of faces from a typical Turkish (what is a typical Turkish?) to almost North European looking people who were chatting Turkish among themselves. And here I am with my photo-equipment thinking – where am I going, and why am I going there? It was like a before-a-test-anxiety – as soon as my sitting group was called I rushed to the entrance and soon I was in that mixture of strange language, so familiar and so different looking faces. Flight from London was not that bad comparing to the transatlantic one before that. Almost in “a blink of an eye” I was in Istanbul International airport. Rather quickly passing the border control where just for $20 I was granted 3 months multi-entry (sorry, not employment) visa, I ended up among friends and relatives of those people but mine…