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Turkish drivers and Boston traffic: Chihuly’s sculptures somehow capture it!


Karagöz is ecstatic.  He is swinging along the mavi boncuğu evil eye beads hanging off of the car mirror.   “We’re on a date! Let’s riot, let’s rock the house!  Let’s get wild and woolly!  We’re on a date.”  Hacivad interrupts … Continue reading

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An interlude in Bursa for Iskander kebap: When the Karagöz puppet troupe stated their intentions


So, just how did I come to be inhabited by these Karagöz puppet characters, anyway?  I am not sure, but I do know that they chose me.  They first began to appear in my dreams, then on the airplane as … Continue reading

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From Islamic feminism and the perfect demure nightgown to topless ladies on the beach


One day over a Turkish breakfast feast in his breezy South Boston apartment, my boyfriend invited me to visit Turkey with him.   It was mid-bite – and a delicious bite at that – fresh, white feta-like cheese with sour cherry … Continue reading

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