Yesterday, a suicide bomber attacked the American Embassy in Ankara. He killed one of his own people, a Turkish citizen who worked as a guard. What the fuck?! The man simply went to work one day and died because of some a-hole’s radical political views. The man lost his life, because he needed to feed his family, because he went to work.
Another Turk was critically injured. Until recently, she was a journalist for a local TV news channel. Today I learned that I recently met her mother. Her mother is a friend of a friend, and part of a new member of a group I belong to.
What is super crazy to me is the nonchalant attitude of many here. Bombs are par for the course here. They happen.
At 2 years old, I learned a valuable life lesson. People die. We are not safe anywhere. We walk out of our homes and get hit by cars.
Now I know, we are still not safe. Gun fire is killing people from my country at astonishing rates. Accidents. Fires. All around the world. Many of which are easily prevented with a little care, a little time, a little money.
But bombs. Drones. Terrorist attacks?! 911 scared Americans. A terrorist attack on American soil. A great number of people killed. Since that day, Americans really knew the meaning of terrorism. I remember a few weeks later, when the planes were back to their regular routes, I would shudder in fear when one flew overhead.
But since that time, I have repeatedly suggested one thing. Knowing that terrorism happens every where and that was tragicthat so many were killed at once, was that attack more important than an attack where only a few are killed? Not to me. It is not.
Yesterday, Turkey lost one of its citizens in a senseless way. The attack may have been on the U.S., but the loss should have been felt by Turkey too. I wish that more of them would stand up and say a little more than “Gecmis Olsun”.
My home is about the length of 3 football fields from that Embassy gate. I was scared. I was scared for the Turkish friend that lives just across the street from that gate. I was scared for the American and Turkish citizens that work there and for the visitors to the Embassy. I was scared for the passers-by.
I don’t understand that I only got two calls and messages from Turkish friends and none from family. My German family called before I even knew the details of what happened.
I don’t understand that when I called Turkish friends and family, they didn’t show as much concern as when they heard that my arthritis was acting up.
Therefore, I am going to take some time away from this blog. I am going to take some time to think. The Turks I know are generally a very lovely and warm people. But they have a very different sense of what is important to them than I do. So I am going to take a break. I need to figure out why I am here.
Thanks for reading for the blog. Once this feeling passes, I may be back. In the mean time, take good care of yourselves.