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This is the story of Drovan Barzani, and the Kurdish hospitality,
He is a 22 years old guy, curious about everything, asking questions all the time, and ives in North Irak,
His family is Kurdish, and came back to irak when the americans invade the country. Little while back, his grandpa was representing the kurdish to claim the land in Moscow URSS, when saddam came to power, he killed 21 member of his family, they then flew to Iran.
Since their life is smoother in Darbutk a little town on the flank of the north mountains of Irak, they have a garden, few other family members in the village, and live a quiet life in this oasis.
Arriving in Ble with Vincent, it was 6:00 PM and we were wandering were to go after discovering that the only hotel of the place ended up out of business for few month, asking few women’s that were staying in the school next by, it was quite hard to get a proper answer to any question, as both parties were trying so hard the sign language.. shah.. So we decided to ask some cars that were passing by, and this guy stopped by, it was Drovan.
Without hesitation he proposed us to join him, and go to his home, a huge smile on our faces and we were driving through the land in the big Nissan SUV, the light was down, it was blue hour, and the landscape simply looked beautiful..
As usual, they gave us food and everything needed for the night, the diner was great, with bal, vegetables, some rice, some salad, honey, yogurth, etc… All straight from the garden, way too much for our small stomach but the tastes were amazing..
Feeling so thankful, we had a cool laugh about the imam, that tonight fell asleep slightly early forgetting the night pray.. ahah.. We talked late about the world, the kurdish, irak, and all those other simple things, happy, here in Kurdistan.
