In high school in Turkey I had a number of Kurdish friends who told me a lot about Kurdistan.
We exchanged books and information. I discovered that we were a separate people with our own history.
When I was 18, I was the last to join my family in The Netherlands. The first year here was terrible. It just rained and rained, and what's more, I had had to leave all my friends behind.  
  Here, however, I have a chance to further investigate my roots. I have also resolved to learn my own language thoroughly.
Nêçîrvan, now living in the Netherlands, visits the wedding of his cousin Cemil and his wife Trkan, Aksaray/Turkey, 1992