Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Contents
- Death Begins with the Loss of Our Cities…
- Are You Going to Be a Killer?
- An Idea Whose Time Has Come
- Your Decision
- Dogs Smelling Blood on a Hunt
- The Meaning of This Empire for Us
- Confronting Death
- The Ancient Wound
- The Essence of the State
- Becoming the Hunted
- Like Two Wistful Flowers
- The World's Greatest Mystery
- The Love That Will Never Fade
- What Does a Single Individual Matter?
- A Game of Revenge
- The Motherland Is Lost
- The Only Thing Keeping Me Alive
- No Intention of Surrendering
- A Man's Word Is His Honour
- An Inappropriate Sense of Compassion
- A Token of a Conversation
- I Am Not the One to Decide
- Miracles
- The Ability to Forgive Ourselves
- Losing One's Humanity
- No Choice But to Fight
- Give Me an Honourable Death
- The Walking Dead
- Save Yourself, Soldier
- Wishing for Help from the Dead
- Resign, Your Excellency!
- A False Sense of Security
- The True Power in the Land
- Betrothed to Life, Married to Death
- When the Wolf Dies in the Forest
- This Is Not Ankara
- Vultures Circling Over an Old Man
- Ignoble Alliances
- A Betrayal of Their Own History
- Fighting for a Lost Cause
- Evil Stalks This Land
- A Malevolent Rain
- A Fragmented Homeland, a Disintegrating World
- Turning Us All into Killers
- When I Began Losing My Country
- Farewell, My Beautiful Homeland
- Glossary
Wishing for Help from the Dead
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Contents
- Death Begins with the Loss of Our Cities…
- Are You Going to Be a Killer?
- An Idea Whose Time Has Come
- Your Decision
- Dogs Smelling Blood on a Hunt
- The Meaning of This Empire for Us
- Confronting Death
- The Ancient Wound
- The Essence of the State
- Becoming the Hunted
- Like Two Wistful Flowers
- The World's Greatest Mystery
- The Love That Will Never Fade
- What Does a Single Individual Matter?
- A Game of Revenge
- The Motherland Is Lost
- The Only Thing Keeping Me Alive
- No Intention of Surrendering
- A Man's Word Is His Honour
- An Inappropriate Sense of Compassion
- A Token of a Conversation
- I Am Not the One to Decide
- Miracles
- The Ability to Forgive Ourselves
- Losing One's Humanity
- No Choice But to Fight
- Give Me an Honourable Death
- The Walking Dead
- Save Yourself, Soldier
- Wishing for Help from the Dead
- Resign, Your Excellency!
- A False Sense of Security
- The True Power in the Land
- Betrothed to Life, Married to Death
- When the Wolf Dies in the Forest
- This Is Not Ankara
- Vultures Circling Over an Old Man
- Ignoble Alliances
- A Betrayal of Their Own History
- Fighting for a Lost Cause
- Evil Stalks This Land
- A Malevolent Rain
- A Fragmented Homeland, a Disintegrating World
- Turning Us All into Killers
- When I Began Losing My Country
- Farewell, My Beautiful Homeland
- Glossary
Summary
Hello Ester (Noon, Day 9)
Mehmed Esad has not given up, and nor will he. Of course, I am not surprised, as no CUP man, regardless of whether he is an old hand or a rookie, gives up easily. When I went down for lunch, Ömer came running up to me to give me the news that Mehmed Esad had come while I had been ensconced in my room. He had made his way to the elevator without even bothering to ask anybody but was stopped by Ömer, who spotted him and told him I was not in my room and that I would not be back until the evening. Actually, I had not instructed him to say anything of the sort but it was hard not to admire his initiative.
‘I don't think you would have liked it, sir’, Ömer said when he saw me at lunch. ‘I can't say I've taken much of a shine to that gentleman myself. He strikes me as, how should I say it, a little arrogant. A rather conceited fellow, if you ask me. When he realised he would not be allowed upstairs, he left you a note. But he also said, ‘I've left him this note but I'm telling you too. Make sure he knows. I shall be waiting for Şehsuvar Bey this evening.’ Yes, sir, those were his exact words. It's not my place to say but it would perhaps be wise if one were to keep one's distance from this gentleman.’
Indeed it wasn't his place to say so but I did not want to hurt his feelings so I thanked him, took the envelope he was holding out for me and sent him on his way. This is what the note inside said:
‘Şehsuvar, where have you been? I'm not joking, we really need to meet, and urgently. There is some serious business going on and you are involved. The meeting we were supposed to have yesterday I've moved forward to today. I shall be expecting you this evening. Regards, Mehmed Esad.’
So we had now moved on from insistence to veiled threats. What could these incidents and events involving me possibly be? Cezmi's murder? Of course not.
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- Farewell, My Beautiful Homeland , pp. 375 - 390Publisher: Anthem PressPrint publication year: 2019