A good little traveller I had turned off my Turkish phone on boarding the plane to the UK. I realised my mistake immediately even though I had made it many months before when I chucked the password in the bin without memorising it.
The consequences of this wouldn’t be felt until we were back in Turkey. Until then my British phone could be used in its natural habitat in the UK, with a MobiNil sim in Egpyt and for texts only elsewhere.
But, really, who cares? I hear you say. And why have you taken a photo of the Turkcell branch in Diyarbakir that put your phone back into service?
Getting a photogenic memory of the people that enabled me to take a call for the first time in months without worrying about exorbitant roaming charges wasn’t why I took this picture. I was trying to capture the proud and defiant Kurdish people of Diyarbakir going about their business under the heavy police presence from Ankara. Or maybe I was after the normality of life in the city at the centre of Kurdish opposition to the discrimination of central government.
But, let’s be honest, this picture doesn’t convey this at all. It is just a shot of the Turkcell shop that fixed my phone.