What can anyone say about the new political dilemma developing in Turkey without wondering if the fat lad over the pond hasn’t actually lost it?
|Turkish delight ... Keep Photo by Fatih Yürür on Unsplash, with many thanks to both.|
While wondering about the humanity if not the sanity of the world’s most powerful clown, er man, we might well dwell on the much-aired political slogan of ‘our’ special relationship.
To let, if not exactly encourage, a neighbour of ours to virtually sacrifice another is one horror.
But to hear the ‘leader’ declare that he couldn’t care less about the huge loss of life, just as long as his own voters weren’t put at risk, shows something utterly negative in western politics that's rather new to most of us.
Then to read that the world’s most powerful, well, goat announced the inhuman decision via, of all things, social media, has to make people who care wonder about our brave new world.
The ugly news transported me back to my first view of that magical land.
I was an inquisitive young hitch-hiker learning about, discovering the world.
Quite an eye-opener
After India and Pakistan, Afghanistan was certainly quite an eye-opener, then followed mysterious Iran, and over the border into and across Turkey.
Fellow travellers mostly from Australia warned me about their old first world war adversary. Be very, very careful.
|There were bands, people with placards, uniforms a plenty, and certainly no shortage of firearms carried by soldiers strutting to the very unusual almost three-four beat of Turkish marching music. The sound, even so, did have a vaguely Western accent, and then a few banners in approximate English appeared.|
Beware pickpockets and men with daggers seemed to be the more popular warnings. And definitely to avoid big state demonstrations.
I was keen to try a genuine Turkish bath.
Bathe in the Turkish style
After checking in at an economic hostel, I crossed Istanbul with a friend to bathe in the Turkish style, very wary not to have anything valuable in the clothes to be removed for the hot plunge.
It was wonderful, and when the pleasure ended, I went to pay … and found I’d been too careful with security. I hadn’t brought any money of any denomination.
Instead of being slashed or taken back into the steam for unwelcome abuse, the cashier said in broken English, 'Oh, bring it in when you can.’
Should I leave my passport as surety, ‘Not necessary,’ he said.
Strolling wide-eyed through the main part of Istanbul, I found myself engulfed in a vast crowd.
There were bands, people with placards, uniforms a plenty, and certainly no shortage of firearms carried by soldiers strutting to the very unusual almost three-four beat of Turkish marching music.
The sound, even so, did have a vaguely Western accent, and then a few banners in approximate English appeared.
The rally, the parade, the show, was a massive exhibition of support for the US, their friends, a great big public display of Turkish admiration for all things American – and doubtlessly mostly political.
Perhaps today's visitors will see rather different public declarations ...
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