“I’ve forgot my kimlik card.”
To most of you this sentence would either confuse you or typically make no sense to you. To me this meant that I would be missing my flight from Izmir to a Kurdish city called Mardin. I hadn't slept for 24 hours and the 40 degree heat combined with the pair of jeans I was wearing, was starting to agitate me. I was stressed, hungry and uncomfortable, in the not so tourist adapted airport of Izmir.