Almost 2216 Km, 2 hours by plane, and here
we are, it is the second time for Mrs. Bee to be in what; once upon a time, was
called "The Second Rome". No English, No French, No Arabic, none of
any dominant language is spoken besides TURKISH. A difficult long itinerary
from Ataturk Airport to my hotel in the Asian side which obliged her to spend
one hour and a half in the taxi trying to cross the famous bridge for my
destination.
Though; Un Grand Amour was all what I have carried in my heart for
this city. Love for that history, rhythm, civilization,pride, culture, homogeneity, and certainly stubborness…
As she had the chance to witness the
glorious Republic Day in that pure nationalist environment, something that she
always thought that the world had lost it since the end of the World War II,
she was overwhelmed by the conversion of the land and the people to the Turkish
national Flag, reciting the İstiklâl Marşı in the
streets as if they were celebrating the resurgence
of their ancestors, their Sultans, and their warriors.
A sacred loyalty to the country
that made her miss hers like she never did before.
Going back to Tunis, holding a camera full
of pictures will always be one of the most precious heritages Mrs. Bee will,
one day, leave behind for her children.
