Re: US Foreign Policy: The Wogs Begin at Calais
This all reminds me of a story my coworker Bob told me about the time he spent in Ankara in the 80s. Bob was a contractor and his guvvie group leader was a complete douc-hebag. Bob had worked all over the world and the first thing he'd always do was find the local "fixer" and make nice with him. So, every day Bob would come back from lunch with two ice creams, and he'd give one to this unassuming guy who ran the valet service, and the two of them would sit and shoot the sh-t in terrible English about this and that. And the leader would inevitably hassle Bob or give him a ration of sh-t about something stupid in front of his coworkers or the staff or whoever.
So one day Bob and the guy sit down with their ice creams and the guy starts telling Bob about his brother, who works at a greenhouse and drives an old beater truck into Ankara every Monday with huge pallets of crates of flowers to sell at the market. The drive is up twisty mountain roads, and the guy makes a point of looking Bob right in the eye and saying "and sometimes the crates, they fall off the truck and down into the ravine, and are lost forever." And the hair on the back of Bob's head goes up and he realizes he's getting propositioned and that for US$500 this guy is offering to make his boss disappear. The guy's English is terrible, and of course cultural / gesture differences, and Bob spends the rest of his 6-month TDY making absolutely sure the guy doesn't have the wrong idea.
Anyway, that's all I know about Turkey except Kemal Attaturk had an entire menagerie named "Abdul."