“The city was still sleepy. Gradually people had begun to appear. First. long lines of workers emerged from the bus station, heading to their jobs. Then various sellers appeared, mostly old men peddling seeds, and children with plastic baskets. I had never been so fascinated by people. There was nothing extraordinary about them at all. That was the most extraordinary thing. That people in Turkey looked like…well, like people. There were people in Turkey, not just men, or warriors, all kinds of people. Sitting there I felt numbed by the force of that discovery. It was not the first time I had seen Turks. I had Turkish friends back at the university. But somehow they did not seem quite real. They did not seem like Turks, or Turk enough perhaps. Somehow, I had regarded them as exceptions.”
-Yiannis Papadakis, Echoes from a Dead Zone, Chapter 1 Constantinople June-August 1990, p9.