«Madam», says the carpet seller amiably, «have you tried Turkish apple tea?». Pictures from the land of the bazaar, where the stories in «A Carpet for Life» first began.
«Hindistan?» Our Turkish friends shake their heads. Allah Allah – that doesn’t bode well. «India is something else!», they warn. Different to Turkey in any case. And yet: there are carpets here too. And sellers.
Sitting on sunbaked tarraces, gazing at the red walls and the storks nesting on the roofs. The young woman finds she can’t shake off Morocco. And then she finds her «carpet for life«.
With fantasy, patience and humour, the Zimbabweans defy the adverse circumstances in their country. In particular the women: «They Carry the World on their Heads».