The paths of some contacts cannot be reconstructed with the best will in the world. Like the contact that led to our first project in Iraq. I got to know this country from a completely different side after my first visits to Baghdad and Erbil, which unfortunately had to be used for mostly bad news in the international press again and again. Despite the ubiquitous presence of security forces, there is lived normality and a warm hospitality.
I remember a meeting in Erbil, which I like to think back to. At lunchtime, near the old bazaar, I stood in front of the street counter of a small restaurant. Here in a speed still confusing for me in different variants a kind of Kebab was ordered, prepared and handed over. While I still tried to recognize the system behind the hustle and bustle, I was friendly smiled at and spoken to by an older guest. Even without a shared language, my desire for a meal was easy to communicate. The man spoke briefly with the staff and before I knew it, I had a delicious meal in my hands. When I wanted to pay, the man explained to me with gestures that I was invited. So he said goodbye and left. I was very impressed by the naturalness of his hospitality.