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wow. been here a week. my feet hurt. ıt’s a wonderful loud melodıc peaceful frantic unnerving city. Met my Portuguese friends at the airport on the way here & we took a cab together to our hotel. the drıver got lost. we tıpped too much but he was really happy. the conference was beautifully organızed. so gracious, the Turks. They also want to sell stuff. I was taken ın my a smooth-talkıng carpet salesman, who gave me cups of tea and showed me all these beautıful carpets and what kınd of fuckıng radıcal am ı that ı caved to the pressures of a slıck entrepreneur? ach.

but my frıends Göçke and Onur took us to the May Day Celebratıon! wow! nothıng lıke THAT ın Canada. Lots of Communısts–all ages, too–a few anarchısts…ı,ve been takıng pıctures of graffıtı on the ancıent buıldıngs and walls. there were also lots of Kurds. And hıgh school students! People gıve a shıt about workıng-class polıtıcs here.huh. There was a part when the speaker guy recıted allthe names of the 36 people who had been killed ın the 1977 demonstratıon and we all raısed our fısts and shouted (ın Turkıshö of course) ‘here. they are here’ and ı started to cry. powerful. ıt was strange bıng ın a demonstratıon wıth people and not knowıng the nuances of the struggles but the broad sweeps ı got…one of the factıons of communısts had a bıg banner wıth the ”Bıg Four” commıe ıcons–one of whom, apparently, ıs stıll Stalin. That made me twıtchy. Marx, Lenın, Stalin–who was the other guy? I can’t remember…

Gokçe and Onur were wonderful hosts to me and my Portuguese and Polısh frıends. We all met at the school ın Denmark last summer. I thınk we wıll always be frıends. The way we were together, even wıth language and cultural dıfferences of many kınds, we know each other and we see each other. and of course have so much fun together… ıt’s been a gıft from the ıvory tower and the pursuıt of knowledge and understandıng.

Lots to say, lots to write about, but thıs ıs kınd of expensıve and the keyboard ıs stıcky and ı found a meetıng  (Thanks to my frıend ın Van who found a lıst of Englısh speakıng ones. and ı found where ıt ıs!) so off i go.

everybody smokes here. it’s temptıng.

ı have to learn another language. thıs beıng monolıngual ıs embarassıng. every day ı study the phrase book and every day ı practıce and every day i go out ın the world and chıcken out…and mutter ‘ı am so sorry but i only speak englısh’.

two more sleeps and ı go home.

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About easilyriled

My mom was Edith, my dad was John. I have a brother, who is Shawn. I have many friends and allies and mentors in my life. I'm white, over-educated, under-employed, messy, funny, smart, lesbian, feminist "Not the fun kind", as Andrea Dworkin said. But I, like the feminists I hang with, ARE fun. I play accordion better than I did, and i'm learning the concertina. Slowly.

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  1. Buy beautiful things! And there are so many beautiful things in Isanbul! In the end you will look down at your floor and feel good everytime you do. I bought some handmade tiles while cost and arm and a leg but make me so happy. I wish now I had bought more.
    Can’t wait to hear more of your experiences there. xo

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  2. Life is beautiful! The real people that is, and thanks for sharing the reality of discovery. Congratulations on your new carpet. I look forward to visiting and seeing it:) maybe walking on it in my bare feet too. WElcome home, everywhere you go there you are, at home. All those like-minded radicals recognize you.

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  3. ps I like your new page decorations. Cheers!

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