As recalled by Mustafa Kamal Pasha 30 years later.

Just as you thought I'd never make it, here I am ....presenting to you, like never before, some of the lost treasures dug out from deep down. In 1963 Ankara did not know what was in store for it until they came and kept coming. Suddenly Orta Dogu was swarmed with Pakis of all shapes and sizes, white, brown and black. Long overcoats and white pants, incredible hairdo's and wonderfully loud vocal cords. In no time they were a different lot, adapting to the local spirit (ocasionally mixed with water) yet retaining an identity of their own.

tn_a.jpg

tn_zl.jpg

tn_zm.jpg

tn_zn.jpg

tn_zo.jpg

tn_b.jpg

tn_c.jpg

tn_d.jpg

tn_e.jpg

tn_f.jpg

tn_g.jpg

tn_h.jpg

tn_i.jpg

tn_j.jpg

tn_k.jpg

tn_l.jpg

tn_m.jpg

tn_n.jpg

tn_o.jpg

tn_p.jpg

tn_q.jpg

tn_r.jpg

tn_s.jpg

tn_t.jpg

tn_u.jpg

tn_v.jpg

tn_w.jpg

tn_x.jpg

tn_y.jpg

tn_z.jpg

tn_za.jpg

tn_zb.jpg

tn_zc.jpg

tn_zd.jpg

tn_ze.jpg

tn_zf.jpg

tn_zg.jpg

tn_zh.jpg

tn_zi.jpg

tn_zj.jpg

zk.jpg

 

You are theth person to visit this page


1