Then I opened my newspaper and read about the ghastly attack in Istanbul, In Ortakoy no less - beautiful, wonderful Ortakoy. Whenever I visit there I always feel my heart fill up.
I used to teach a student in a high rise overlooking this area and we used to marvel at the view, and the bridge and the Bos. I cannot bear to think of the carnage there today. A lot of the young Turks never seemed to grasp the difference between Christmas and New year. I can just imagine them bopping along, shouting Merry Christmas to each other, when this tragedy occurred.
I have started the year with hope in my heart but also great sorrow.