Monday, November 1, 2010

Break-dancers, suicide bombers, and the illusion of safety: Confessions of a fearful traveler

It was crisp and clear yesterday morning as I raced through Istanbul’s Taksim Square, fretting that I should have left the house just a few minutes earlier and grumbling to myself, as usual, about having to work on yet another Sunday. In the center of the square, underneath the massive statue commemorating Turkish independence, a limber teenage boy was doing a one-armed hand-hop to the delight of a small crowd while two girls practiced lower-to-the-ground break-dancing moves. I stopped to watch for a moment and smiled, my foul mood temporarily lightened.

Thirty minutes later, a suicide bomber blew himself up at that very spot in an attack on police forces stationed at the square, injuring 15 officers and 17 passersby. I didn’t learn what had happened until I reached the office of the newspaper where I work. When we switched on the TV as we do each morning, the sound of sirens filled the newsroom.

Though it was by no means the first such attack in Istanbul, this one, quite literally, hit closer to home....

Read the rest on Salon.com, which published this essay as one of its "Life stories" under the title "All my little illusions of safety"

4 comments:

Wendy said...

Great post Jennifer! I can relate to so much of what you wrote. Thanks for sharing this!

Barbara said...

Jen, this is an excellent essay. Truly excellent. You should totally try to pitch this someone like World Hum or a similar website.

Emily ohhhsweetturkey said...

This is a wonderful story you have woven! You tied things together so well for so many to relate to!

The Turkish Life said...

Belated thanks for your nice comments! They really encouraged me to try and pitch the story to some publications, and I was thrilled when Salon picked it up last week.