I remember sitting in a Kurdish restaurant with my 2 dear friends
One lovely man from Southern Kurdistan
The other lovely man from Northern Kurdistan
We talked at length - with the help of interpretors - about their backgrounds and their sadness and frustration at not being able to talk to each other - and at not being able to tell other people what was happening to the Kurdish people
In days gone by I knew many such lovely people
Many are now dead
R I P
THEIR STORIES - THEIR HOPES - THEIR DREAMS
are always with me








