We were coming home from the cinema the other night and there was a crowd of FenerBahce fans celebrating a(nother) win by congregating in the middle of the (one way) main street. The traffic was banked up for miles, we thought there must have been an accident or something as we jay-walked our way between the cars ... and when we got to the head of the line, all that was there was this bunch of excitable people standing in the street. The first car in line, a tiny red thing, was getting increasingly impatient, honking his horn and revving his engine so the air was full of a dreadful burning smell. Inch by inch he began to edge his way into the crowd. They surrounded him and rocked his car. But he kept on, and eventually broke through and roared his way angrily along the empty street in front of him.
Everywhere there are flags and banners.
We are often amazed at the size of them. But then yesterday we went to the Grand Bazaar and saw this one.
That's only part of it, it continues around the corner and the next.
The Turks are pretty fanatical about their national flag too. When there was talk recently about political problems the common red flags suddenly got a lot bigger and bolder. This is the one in our street.
Mind you, it is a nice flag. We hang one in our balcony where it faces out to Dilko (work).
The sun shines through and gives the room a nice glow too.
2 comments:
Found you!! Thought you could get away didn't ya!
So glad you found us! We weren't really hiding, you know. I started this one when the other one went funny. And the new LD one is so hard to use.
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