To end any tension that may have been created at the conclusion of my previous post, I have arranged to spend a couple of more days in Fethiye. There are two main reasons for this. Maybe three. By far the least glamorous reason is the onset of…
…a touch of diarrhea
A close second – generally feeling quite tired…
The beautiful feeling of not having anything to do; later in life, such bliss will be rare, so must make the most of it!!
What profound prescience in one so young!
The main reason is that today is a national festival day for Mustaf Kemal Ataturk (c. 1881 – 1938). He is celebrated as the founding father of the Republic of Turkey, serving as their first president from 1923 until his death. He was responsible for making great social and political changes, promoting the transformation to secularism, equality for women and industrialisation.
Ataturk was an esteemed veteran officer of several wars (Italo-Turkish War, Balkan Wars, First World War, and Turkish War of Independence). I am always amazed/bewildered /shocked by the complex and bloody history of the region. Sadly, how much the world (= [in]humanity) has not changed.
To more mundane matters, breakfast was black olives with feta cheese. It is strange, but I no longer eat olives or cucumbers.
This evening, my chemistry teacher friend from Beirut (Gadaz) and I watched World at Their Feet at an open air cinema – a film about the Mexico 1970 world cup. It is strange, but I am still useless at football,
No surprises tomorrow – even less happens in Fethiye.
Psychologist on the Move 