Nicosia
Sounds, 3 August 2017
by L.A. Davenport
Last year, I crossed to the Turkish side of Nicosia and wandered the quiet, still streets.
I stood in a square next to a mosque, and felt the slow shift from one culture to another and the sharp contrast from the noisy, clattering streets of the other side.
Above my head, what sounded like a giant megaphone crackled into life and, for the first time, I heard a call to prayer up close.
This is what I heard.
I stood in a square next to a mosque, and felt the slow shift from one culture to another and the sharp contrast from the noisy, clattering streets of the other side.
Above my head, what sounded like a giant megaphone crackled into life and, for the first time, I heard a call to prayer up close.
This is what I heard.
© L.A. Davenport 2017-2024.
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