Bad things always happen in the deep dark of night. I have known this since I was 12, when my father woke my sister and me from our bunk beds, gathered us in the living room and told us, in a slow and clear voice, that Turkey was in the throes of a military coup. “If it’s a successful one, there will be blood everywhere”, he said. “If it’s not, there will be blood everywhere. No one will win”.
It was 3 a.m., September 12, 1980. Much later,I understood what my father meant by “blood everywhere”, even though there was little actual blood on the streets.… Seguir leyendo »