Baker Boys

My daily bread.

This photo was snapped in the South Eastern region of Turkey, where there is a large Kurdish population. At the mention of Kurds, I can't help but think of Ocalan and the PKK. But one look at their smiley faces and that thought simply vanishes. If the smiles don't do the trick, I'm sure the bread will. Partaking of warm freshly baked bread is probably one of the simplest pleasures of life that is too readily passed on. I hope that Sunday's general elections will bode well for both the Turks and the Kurds, both astonishingly friendly peoples. I hope that there will be peace, and the breaking of bread.