Gypsies Istanbul, author: Osman Jamal Kayigli

At this hour, the nomads working in the fields had long since slept, after falling from the fatigue of the day. And the sound of the needle in their tents in front of us could almost be heard from fifty or sixty steps away. The horses, stallions, donkeys, and camels with their bellies full like drums from eating wheat and barley in the field, would not feel if someone pulled them by their legs. Some women, men, and children from the nomads of the fields were resting from the hot weather under the fig trees in front of the tents.