Duran Adam: Standing Man
Posted: 06/21/2013 1:32 pm
The recent upheaval in Turkey brought a tinge of emotion to this writer, as Turkey was one of my childhood homes, at least from the time I was seven to ten years of age in the early sixties. I remember as a young boy living in the Kavaklidere neighborhood of Ankara and feeling as if I owned Ankara. I would wander and engage people everywhere, while I am sure my parents had their ways of keeping an eye on me, I never felt it, what I did feel was the warmth of the Turkish people. Then one morning, the family was awakened to the sound of violence, military conflict with jet planes flying past our windows and the Presidential Palace located upon the top of Cankaya hill being bombed and strafed. My parents hustled me and my siblings into the inside corridor of our flat and sandwiched us between mattress (we were so squished we asked to take our chances with glass breaks). And for the next few days were confined to our flat, with the only water available was that which my mother had wisely filled the bathtub with, and the city was embroiled in a coup d'etat.
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