So as I mentioned in my last post, I wanted to help spread the word about the protests. But I feared doing it on the blog. There was a lot of rumors going around, so at times I was afraid to do it on Facebook as well. But I finally decided that was a load of crap, and did it anyway.
I was in Istanbul when it all started. I was safely tucked away on an island, and really didn’t know what was going on. Friends started to share translations of news reports and videos. At the time, I was amazed by it all. I didn’t have a full comprehension, I probably still don’t. But when I flew home to Ankara, it really all started to hit me. I was in fact afraid that first night.
Below are my Facebook posts from that first days back in Ankara:
June 2 -
- Finally made it home from Istanbul. Protesters everywhere. Had to walk home from the office with my suitcase. The Turkish Spring. Cankaya is amazing right now. Oh yeah, and I didn’t get tear gassed, but it’s definitely in the air!!!
- Roads are all blocked with protesters. Turkish flags. banging pots and pans and ringing bells. traffic. horns blaring. nuts! And people have their kids out there! My house smells like tear gas!
A video from You Tube from this same night in Ankara. I believe this neighborhood is a good 15 minute drive from where the main protests were. That’s without traffic. No one was getting through easily at this time:
- They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
- Protests just hit my neighborhood — again!!
I remember strong feelings of bewilderment, energy, fear, strength. The streets were full. Pots and pans banging. That first night back in Ankara, I just didn’t know what to think. I ended the night with reposting these links:
Erdogan rejects ‘dictator’ claims, Bloomberg Businessweek.
My last share on this first night was a re-posting of where to go for medical emergency help in Ankara.