As I end this adventure, I find it very hard to avoid the use of a cliché in the final blog post.
Today, I learned the meaning of the word “forgiveness.” It took a person who probably doesn’t know the English word to teach me what it meant.
There are certain sentences you don’t expect to hear in Gaziantep, Turkey. One of them is “Canada is my favourite country.”
Thursday night, a young female Syrian journalist and her mother were killed in Istanbul. A Turkish newspaper reports the two women were strangled, then stabbed.
You learn four hundred new things every day. If that’s not quite how the saying goes, please forgive me. That’s my reality this week. This is the experience of a western journalist in Gaziantep, Turkey.
I think it’s safe to assume that Reem Haleb still has a scar from where a bullet broke her skin five years ago.
As we end our first half day in Istanbul, I suppose it's time to open this blog.