A Greek hotel village on the shore. Around, not counting the shopping malls, only hotels, populated, mostly, by Russians, Ukrainians, Germans, and Greeks. Early morning. Silence, because everyone sleeps after night bars and walks. The silence before dawn is suddenly cut by the song of the muezzin, calling for the morning prayer.
I respect the religion of others. I always respect and understand the needs of other people to perform religious rituals. and honestly.
But on the early morning of the weekend, I thought that this was the way religious wars could begin. I don’t think anywhere in a deaf Islamic village anyone would be happy if I started ringing the bell in the early morning... :)