Yesterday I was at the Taksim square to commemorate 4 people, who were killed by the police in recent weeks. Men and women, old and young, standing together, carrying red carnations, shouting slogans and taking pictures: for sculpturing the moment in which they stood up for the sake of the environment, people and country. A joyful crowd: jumping, singing and shouting one moment, running scare at the end: gas, rubber bullets and water cannons. All expected. PM Erdogan in meantime had a Pynchonian metamorphosis: if the people asks the wrong questions he is to survive for another day. Lies may or may not have short legs but making everybody to search for answers to enigmatic questions a good PR move surely. Keep on trying Dear PM. Keep on telling the crowds about the existence of an international plot to sink Brasil and Turkey at the same time. His advisers in dark suits, who are tirelessly repeating him what a great leader he is at the moment soon to discover that simple, maze like speeches always reaching to same conclusion reflect a paranoid state of mind that may turn against his collaborators like a fully loaded revolver. As I was walking from one side street to the next at the labyrinth that called Beyoglu just at the midnight to escape from gassing, youngsters on the street corners were acting as if they were immune to the effects of gassing. But for me, having had burning eyes, nostrils and a screaming throat, there was a single question to answer: ""where do I go from here?" "Where are we heading for" was a question for another day. I was lucky to spot a taxi dropping some shell shocked tourists and the first thing the driver asked before asking where I was to go, was that "can I take some victims as well as you? Sir."
Posted on: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 06:32:15 +0000
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