My Featured Blogger this week is John Wreford, a professional photographer based in Istanbul, Turkey. John’s Middle East-focused photo journals are sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes unexpectedly beautiful, always engaging. Visit his site and see the world from John’s unique and compassionate perspective.
Stepping out of the minibus I staggered trying to stamp my feet on the side of the road, exhaust fumes and dust swirled as the bus left me, the four or was it five hours scrunched up at the back had cut the blood supply to my legs and now I was stumbling like an inebriated imbecile.
A man was approaching me, he was portly and dishevelled by life, his crumpled grey shirt half tucked into his trousers and half flapping in the dust, he drew on his cigarette and raised the other hand in some sort of weary greeting, the cigarette smoke hung in the air, he smiled or grimaced.
We introduced ourselves; he was the police and I was vague. He had not told me he was the police but his questions and the fact he had made the arduous journey across the street were something of a…
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