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“I hunt for objects made by men” – An archaeologist’s day in the field

A  letter from Turkey. In which is reported an archaeologist’s daily field routine at the excavation.

South-eastern Turkey, spring of 2014

my dear

when you asked me about what we are actually doing here at the excavation all day, I could not help but think of Agatha Christie Mallowan’s “Come, Tell Me How You Live” (the title of this letter directly deriving from a poem in the short epilogue of her book). This ‘Archaeological Memoir’ published in 1946 gives an account of her days in the field together with her husband Max Mallowan (an esteemed British colleague and the excavator of Tell Brak, Tell Arpachiyah, among other sites) describing the daily routine of an archaeological excavation. It is a very entertaining, a witty and spirited little book; one I’d definitely recommend if you didn’t read it already. Christie Mallowan (indeed identical to the well-known crime novelist you just may have thought of) slipped quite some of these archaeological adventures and experiences into her better known ‘Whodunnits’: “Murder on the Orient Express” (from 1934) and “Death on the Nile” (1937) evocating long and colourful journeys to these sites and “Murder in Mesopotamia” (1936) even depiciting an extraordinary dramatically case of ‘excavation fever’ – not at all unknown to those who can relate such a situation (minus the murder though, of course).

But I’m digressing again. So, what did I want to say, well write? Ah yes, that ‘average’ day in the field thing. Well, grab a hat and some tea – we’re starting early …

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4.30 o’clock to be precise. Ante meridiem. Definitely too early for an honest “Good morning!” not pressed through clenched teeth. It’s still dark outside, the dim light barely enough to distinguish a black thread from a white one: The muezzin just called the faithful to prayer and, probably unintentionally, the archaeologists to finally get up as well. Breakfast at such an early hour basically consists of not more than some strong tea, a slice of soft white bread (which will be rather dry within the hour), and a handful of olives – taken in the quiet and still fresh morning air of the excavation house’s courtyard in the light of setting stars and a single light bulb. Actually, it’s too early for an honest breakfast too.

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The next 20 minutes or so expedition’s staff is silently gathering over tea and bread in dining room and yard, before it is time to finally leave. For work. On leaving the historic oriental brick-house in the old part of this eastern Anatolian town, everyone grabs a piece of equipment or provisions for the day to come and one after another heads through the narrow alleys towards the waiting mini bus and driver. A 20-minutes-ride through yet still abandoned streets lies ahead – to the excavation site outside and beyond town. The last chance for a nap.

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As we arrive on site, somewhere up in the mountains, a pale moon is still hanging around a sky only slowly changing from black to blue. Groups of local workmen just arrived minutes before by tractor from a village down the hill. Still dressed in coats and cardigans against the morning coolth, they are waiting for day’s work to  start while the bunch of students and scientists are collecting tools and instruments, equipment and journals. Finally, first light is sounding the bell for the workday to start as a still shy sun is hesitantly peeking above the eastern horizon. Workmen and archaeologists alike are heading to the excavation trenches, a caravan of shovels and buckets, of head-scarves and hats. Everyone knows his place and assignment; gangs finding together following a long-established system (and dare you trying to change this!): There’s two diggers, a shoveller, and two basket-carriers. Always. All of them accompanied by a student ready to lable, note, and measure any find of interest they may unearth.

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Soon the air is filled with the sound of pickaxes and of chanting and laughing workmen; their bright purple headscarves fluttering in a breeze. Soil is shifted, rocks are moved. Basket after basket of debris is brought out of the trenches. As the dust of history is slowly removed, the ancient remains are rising gradually: Boulders, slabs, and walls pulled back into present-daylight. Slowly the earth is releasing those secrets of the past it was keeping for so many years. For centuries. For millennia.

And so business is going on. And on. The dusty work only interrupted by a short breakfast. Children from the nearby village are coming around, bringing their fathers and uncles and brothers some food and cool water. Everyone’s hungry – and more lively – by now, so this breakfast is a much more substantial and communicative matter than the sparse and mute one in the very morning: Over yet another tea (there’s always tea, better get used to it), over some cheese and flatbread, over tomatoes and cucumbers and olives, conversations are drifting around the table for half an hour of otiosity. Half an hour of lethargic rest in the shadows; the sun – not shy at all anymore – now showing its true nature, relentlessly burning down from a shimmering sky. There’s no other shadow out there, so returning to work means returning into the heat of a furnace.

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Back in the dust soon the clanking of picks loosening dirt and rubble can be heard. A group of visitors, marvelling at the site’s sight, takes the chance curiously quizzing the archaeologists before returning to their air-conditioned busses. Workmen continue to dig; students still are busily taking notes, picking out small pieces of charcoal and fragments of flint tools and stone vessels from the excavated soil, collecting them in buckets and plastic bags – each labelled with date and information on their exact find spot. Two workers are intently hauling a large sculpture to the edge of an excavation trench. Dirt is sifted dry and wet (a rather dusty respectively muddy business); a steady flow of find material is coming towards provisional lab and office facilities in the excavation’s ‘headquarters’ of construction containers and tents upon the next hill crest – eagerly awaited by the specialists, keen to have a look onto the latest piece of obsidian or the peculiar amazing new stone sculpture.

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While the sun is moving towards its zenith, work’s pace is decreasing noticeably. It’s an arduous business and after eight hours of digging, just when midday’s heat is reaching its peak, everyone is happy to call it a (field) day. Last measurements are taken and yelled and noted down, last photos are taken too; tools and instruments, equipment and journals are collected and put away yet again. Bidding good bye, the crew of workmen is boarding tractors and trailers, leaving for that small village down the hill – dragging behind a dustcloud all the way. Buckets full of small finds are loaded into the mini bus and taken to the excavation house. As the bus is slowly crawling down the dirt track everyone’s trying to find a comfortable position, finally taking another short rest – legs stretched, the dusty hat pulled down over the eyes. With the madness of an average oriental big city’s rush hour the drive back costs a multiple of the time the way there in morning did took us – enough time for a nap also. Appreciated.

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Back in town, as we leave the car and head through heated-up narrow old-town alleys towards the excavation house – buckets and pieces of equipment in hand – the muezzin is calling the faithful to prayer again. Well, for the archaeologists it’s lunchtime for now; the cook is already waiting. Of course a meal in the Orient is not finished without the mandatory tea (you get the idea), so showers still have to wait for yet another 10 minutes or so. There’s got to be time for that, wouldn’t you agree?

But even now work isn’t done yet for the day. After the refreshing effect of a shower (and fresh clothes; don’t you ever underestimate the effect of fresh clothes!), everyone’s gathering in the excavation house’s courtyard – yet again. The buckets brought back from site are emptied, the finds carefully cleaned and washed, sorted, and spread onto coarse screens to let them dry in the sun. Meanwhile those finds of the day before, now all clean and dry and pretty, are examined, sorted, listed, catalogued, drawn and photographed (where necessary). Let alone the paperwork. Field notes and reports. Accounting and administration. More reports.

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Over are the times where an expedition to the middle of nowhere, far from home, office, and institute meant one wouldn’t be on call. In the age of globalization, mobile communication, and wifi even in the back of beyond, everyone’s expecting to receive an answer to e-mail, text, and phone call – preferably within the hour.

The darkness of night has already fallen (summer over here almost skipping the twilight of dusk), the muezzin has called the faithful to prayer one last time for today. Over dinner, some conversation and – finally – a beer or glass of wine, another day’s slowly facing its end in the dim evening light of the excavation house’s courtyard. Sooner or later everyone’s pushing off; it’s not going to be a very long night … about 4.30 o’clock – ante meridiem – the muezzin will call the faithful to prayer again. And the archaeologists to finally get up. Again.

Sounds all like ‘fortune and glory’, my friend, doesn’t it?

sincerely


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121 comments on ““I hunt for objects made by men” – An archaeologist’s day in the field

  1. Jeff Mackey
    June 9, 2015

    Reblogged this on Blog of Things:.

  2. jamshaidali678
    June 9, 2015

    Reblogged this on jamshaidyes and commented:
    Hiii

  3. thecaptainnemo
    June 21, 2015

    Tea is very important, no need to rush :)

  4. ArtEduTech
    July 21, 2015

    Reblogged this on ArtEdutech.

  5. 21timetraveler
    July 23, 2015

    I contacted a few archaeologists while doing some research. I couldn’t believe what a friendly and helpful bunch of people they were. Their enthusiasm for their work was palpable. I can’t imagine how tedious excavating must be, but that’s only more evidence of what a dedicated, passionate group of people archaeologists are.
    21timetraveler.com

    • Jens
      July 28, 2015

      Thanks for your kind words and appreciation of the work we’re doing out there. It may be tedious from time to time, but to most of us field work also is a great change from sitting at the desk all day. ;-)

    • Timeless Travels
      December 7, 2015

      I’m sorry, but i have to let you know – excavating is THE BEST JOB in the whole world! To see you say ‘how tedious it must be’ is just so wrong! You are the first person to see what you are uncovering in thousands of years – how exciting is that?! Yes, we diggers are dedicated and passionate, but how can you not be when you get to mess around in the dirt all day finding marvellous things? Best life ever.

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  7. Natasha von Geldern
    September 9, 2015

    What romantic tedium :) Love this post and both for its insight into a different world and the literary reference.

    • Jens
      September 9, 2015

      Thanks a lot Natasha; glad you enjoyed this … romantic tedium. ;-)

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  11. Jack
    October 12, 2015

    Reblogged this on Tome and Tomb.

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  16. Elmer Nev Valenzuela
    December 3, 2015

    Love that Indiana Jones pose (5th image)

  17. writegill
    December 3, 2015

    The real Indiana Jones?! Thank you!

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  22. I love blogs that take you into a different world and show a different “Day in the life!” Thank you :)

    • Jens
      December 3, 2015

      Oh, thank you for your kind comment. Glad you enjoyed that little dusty road to a day in the field. ;-)

  23. Karl Drobnic
    December 3, 2015

    How do archaeologists get funding for projects that go on and on season after season, often at sites in unpredictable areas of the world?

    • Jens
      December 3, 2015

      Good question, actually. An important one. There a difference to be made between so-called rescue excavations as a consequence or in preparation of construction activity and ‘research excavations’. The first are rather short works and financed by the same source as corresponding construction work, the latter are either budgeted by universities and research institutes and often funded by public money (e.g. taxes, funds, etc.).

      • Karl Drobnic
        December 4, 2015

        Thanks for explaining. The slow but steady piecing together of the mosaic of humankind’s rise to dominate the world is truly a monumental undertaking, audacious in its scope and humbling in its lessons for our contemporary world.

  24. andreamellark97
    December 4, 2015

    This is really nice ! I always wanted to hear wanted an archaeologist’s day could be like.It’s lovely to hear about your passion for it. It makes me thrilled about it !!

  25. Josh Gross | The Jaguar
    December 5, 2015

    This post is so well written that I could almost picture myself as a participant. In fact reading it made me want to experience real archaeological field work.

    • Jens
      December 6, 2015

      Thanks Josh for this really kind comment! I’m glad you enjoyed this little report from a ‘day in the field’ (and that I apparently succeeded in capturing it’s atmosphere as intended).

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  28. zarhenriarias
    December 6, 2015

    Nice, this is interesting to hear an Archaeologist’s perspective. I wonder wherever you go on expeditions, do you get exposed to different stories or even media being presented?

    • Jens
      December 6, 2015

      Thanks for your kind words! Media attention actually depends on the results and implications of our research, and in particular on public interest of course. In this case, the excavations in Turkey indeed triggered some coverage in the meantime.

  29. yangjia0022
    December 7, 2015

    This is really tough work. Hope you continue to uncover the treasures of the past.

    • Jens
      December 7, 2015

      Thank you! Tough and sometimes tedious, but definitely worth the effort.

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  31. Colin
    December 8, 2015

    Nice post! Very interesting!

  32. Shadab.Rogers.
    December 11, 2015

    Archaeologist as i say,
    Revealing the mystery,
    Re-living the history.

    Nice to be here.

  33. dutpekmezi
    May 27, 2016

    nice notes. nice pics. thanks!

    • Jens
      May 27, 2016

      Thanks a lot; this is much appreciated.

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