Kassandra Fotiadis: My Summer in Turkey

My host family […] accepted me immediately; On the first day I met him, my host dad put my cell number into his phone under “My dear daughter.” My host mom asked, in admiration, about the Christian prayer bracelets I wore around my wrist and proudly told her acquaintances that my family is from Greece. I learned that my host father’s ancestors were also born in Greece, debunking the myths that all Turks hate Greeks and vice versa. My host family gave me a map of their neighborhood, and even circled a church, offering to bring me on Sundays if I wanted to pray. I came to learn that Turks are some of the most hospitable and loving people in this world.