Love, lies and ruins in Aegean Turkey.
As a confused 22-year-old in 1990, Turkey fascinated me: the magnificent ancient sites, the unpredictable present, and Hasan, the ‘crazy-boy’ carpet-seller I met at Ephesus.
In England I studied archaeology but found my own life difficult. Turkey, with its inscrutable goddess and unscrupulous carpet salesmanship, offered both a thrilling escape and intriguing possibilities.
All wasn’t as it seemed. Hasan didn’t always tell the truth. I didn’t either. The ancient world became a fantasy, and I had to decide what to believe about Hasan, about the past and about myself.