How I Hitchhiked To Antep And Survived A Broken Spine
The heavy rain has been beating the borders with Syria since early morning. We’ve slept in a small mosque in Iskenderum that night, but got kicked out by the police soon after the first prayer call and so we were already on the road that we call home when everything went down. We’ve been riding this wave of luck for months as a somewhat clumsy surfer, but somewhere deep inside, as cliché as it sounds, I knew this charm would…