There’s incredibly controlled tension in Turkey, a quiescent clash of civilizations between Ottoman and European empires, East and West, Islam and Christianity, and modernity versus traditional ways of life.
The three cities I visited in Turkey each had their own unique way of life.
Ankara is a city five hours East of Istanbul. Ankara is the capital of Turkey and like DC is the host of multiple colleges. It is here where we visited Ataturk’s Memorial (Anitkabir), which looks much like the Lincoln Memorial. Like Lincoln, Ataturk saved and rebuilt the nation.
Ataturk was a visionary, modernizing it for the 21st Century. Ataturk is a god in Turkey, an omnipresent image on signs, billboards, and statues that constantly remind the Turks to continue his vision.
Elmalik is a small village of 90 people, mostly relatives. The town has its own mosque, coffee shop, livestock, and crops. It even has its own unique dance. Elmalik is a flashback to life a century ago before automobiles and of course, the Internet. The villagers work hard, consuming only what they produce. It’s a gentle reminder that we have to be grateful for what we have.
Eregli is a steel town on the Black Sea, 2 hours northeast of Istanbul. My wife grew up in Eregli surrounded by seagulls, fresh fish, ships, and the cave where Hercules is known to have killed the three-headed dog Cerberus. In addition to the expanded family and never-ending servings of Borek, there are two specific things that I’ll never forget about Eregli.
The first is the military. Eregli is a critical industrial harbor, one that Turkey protects carefully to stave off the potential for Russian interference which sits across the other side of the Black Sea. The battle for resources is something Americans rarely feel as a remote island with major distance between competitive powers. Eregli is right at the heart of economic and military attention.
My wife used to live in a different part of Eregli now occupied by conservatives. The area felt like a scene from Iraq, with women in black veils head to toe and kids running around unruly on rocky streets. I felt slightly scared but more curious.
The second lasting memory of my trip to Eregli is the woman that refused to shake my hand. I accepted her behavior but also became frustrated with her lack of compassion and ignorance. Unfortunately, there are many others in Turkey that think the same way. It’s for this reason Turkey is stuck between the past and future.
Instanbul is a clash of civilizations. It’s the archetype of world order, where cultures stand out and get equally embraced. The pluralism in this city goes back to the precedent set by Ataturk to move into modernity. He converted Hagia Sophia into a museum to celebrate all walks of life.
Hagia Sophia is the antithesis to religious war, perhaps the world’s apotheosis of global unity. The Turkish Airlines motto “Globally yours” isn’t so far fetched after all.
The energy, crowds, and pace in Istanbul is just like New York. Just stroll through Istiklal at midnight. Istanbul is the only city in the world that walks backward and forward at the same time, balancing tradition with the future. It’s at the heart of world order, where all cultures and beliefs intertwine.
Stuffed. As a visiting relative, the Turks make you eat more than you can handle. Each host serves the same dishes, bread filled with tiny pieces of meat, rice wrapped in what looks like a green tea leaf, and desserts that range from overly gooey cookies to ice cream. The food comes in waves.
You’re never done eating, especially if its a homemade dish. The less you eat, the more they pick on you. The more you eat, the more food they give you. It’s either ridicule or a belly. I once read that in Ancient Rome they overrate as a sign of being a great guest. Wherever the Turkish of overconsumption custom roots from, I’m still full from the prior day’s meals as I write this morning.
We did have one epic meal on the way from Ankara to Eregli in a small town called Elmalik where my sister in law’s mom had a summer house. She made an exquisite meal with meats and vegetables so natural you got so full it cleansed the body. Afterward, we walked around town, literally a track field with surrounding farm homes where we waved at the neighbors and watched kids play football near the local Mosque. The town even had a local coffee shop and its own spiritual dance. The air was fresh, so fresh it was told that one lap made you hungry for more food.
We finally arrived in my wife’s town of Eregli, a beautiful steel town on the Black Sea. While it was dark, the town was alive and in free spirits with people out and about enjoying the Summer air. I’m due for my own walk on the seaside this morning, maybe even a run later to get rid the Turkish 15.
Today is all about exploring Eregli. As a sit here, window open, the seagulls talk to each other and the roosters are alive. The town is up and I’m all about it.