An entire generation of Turks preferred showers at home, and the idea of using a public bathhouse was deemed archaic.
Like the English pub, the future of the Turkish hamam seemed bleak until recently. And my idea was to return to my origins and find girls who had survived and escaped their traffickers and pimps. I knew that once a girl was forced into prostitution, she could never return and expect her village to understand her ordeal.I assumed that she was afraid of being photographed and recognised by those whom she had escaped. The camera reminded many of the young women of their experience of being trafficked. "If you ever try to run away, we have the photos here as proof. We'll send them to your father, to your mother," they were told. Showing the faces of these young women was no longer enough of a testament to their courage and strength.When he isn't looking, I dab some on my buttocks to ease the scald.I'm then lathered up like a soapsud snowman to scrub the toxins from my skin.