
Batman and Oil, from Raman Dağı to the Birth of a City
Anyone arriving in Batman usually knows the city by a single word, yet behind that word lies a story of less than a hundred years.
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Anyone arriving in Batman usually knows the city by a single word, yet behind that word lies a story of less than a hundred years.

If you walk through the Renaissance galleries of European museums and look closely at the table cover in a painting or at the floor in front of a throne, you will often see a carpet with navy and red medallions or with e.

On the road from Uşak to İzmir, about twenty-five kilometres west of the city, lies a settlement called Güre.

The table of Sivas is the table of the steppe. Cattle and sheep grazing on the high pastures, mulberries ripening at high altitude, stone ovens and rock salt form the foundation of this cuisine.

If you see a large, pale dog with a black mask walking beside a flock of sheep on the Sivas steppe, you have most likely met a Kangal.

When you sit down at a table in Şanlıurfa, a spice ranging from deep red to purple always sits beside the bread, the kebab and the köfte. The people here call it isot.

Walking through the Haleplibahçe quarter of Şanlıurfa, you are standing above the large houses of the Roman period, and in their rooms lay carpets made of stone.

Even at the other end of the country, one of the first things that comes to mind at the name Erzincan is a cheese.

On the highway from Erzincan to Erzurum, about 15 kilometres east of the city, you will see a rounded hill rising from the middle of the plain.

It is rare for someone who visits Çorum to go home empty-handed. More often than not there is a bag of leblebi in the luggage.

Learning a city's name from its own correspondence is one of the most exciting moments archaeology can offer. Two excavation sites in Çorum, Hattuşa at Boğazkale and Şapinuva at Ortaköy, delivered exactly that.

In Ardahan winter comes early and leaves late. Little grows in the fields, but the pastures are wide, so the city's table is built from wheat, milk, meat and honey.

Tokat kebab arrives on a tray, and every part of the tray tells its own story.

In Tokat, the apple and grape patterns on a headscarf, a bundle cloth or a quilt cover are pressed onto the fabric by hand, one by one.

Walking through the villages of Rize, you will see small wooden structures standing in the air on four posts right next to the houses.

As you enter Rize on the coastal road, the first thing that catches your eye is not the sea itself but the slopes rising right behind it.

About seven kilometres northeast of Malatya, rising among the apricot orchards of Orduzu, Arslantepe looks at first sight like an ordinary hill.

Anyone who arrives in Malatya in summer first recognises the city by its scent.

A day in Kastamonu often begins with a simit and ends in the late afternoon with an etli ekmek fresh from a stone oven. In between there may be a slice of pastırma, a bowl of tirit or a plate of ekşili pilav.

As the road from Kastamonu towards Sinop approaches Taşköprü, it drops into a wide river plain.

Konuralp, eight kilometres north of Düzce, looks at first glance like a quiet neighbourhood of the city.

Düzce is easy to find on a map. It is a small province halfway along the road between Istanbul and Ankara, touching the Black Sea only along the coast of Akçakoca.

In the southwest of Bolu, squeezed between forested mountains, two small towns, Mudurnu and Göynük, hold the best preserved traditional fabric in the province.

In the north of Bolu, among forested hills, lies Mengen, a small district whose name has become almost a synonym for a profession, something few places in Türkiye can claim.