Achmed Abdullah,
Batoum. An Impression in Civilization
(1917)
“ I looked at the people. There was an endless, fascinating variety ... everyday-looking to themselves no doubt; but to a visitor from the West they must have seemed somehow strange, somehow half-terrible, half-hateful ... with their bearded, wild faces, hooked noses, flashing eyes, and flowing bourkas; with their evil-looking Black Sea knives stuck in gorgeous belts, rifles swung across great, supple shoulders, cartridge-belts of silver and ivory, once in a while a wicked curved sabre clanking on the pavement. “Asia!” ”
