"The Iron Way" (part II)
(Continued From Before)
The Istanbul-Ankara train leaves from Haydarpaşa Station, a beautiful old building on the Asian side of the Bosphorus. It was a gift from Kaiser Wilhelm II of Germany, one of his many gifts to the last Ottoman sultan trying to convince the empire to join Germany's side in WWI; the station is still very much in-use even after the empire's unhappy ending.
I walked out along the tracks before boarding, finding my compartment (#14b) with the help of an excited little boy (half his body hanging out the train window) calling out ticket numbers. From the window of cabin #14 three large grain sacks were hanging. Two bulging with rice, and the third perhaps with wheat grain. They belonged to the family inside---an old woman and man, and the same excited boy I now recognized as their grandchild. They greeted me when I stepped in, and introduced me to two university students also sharing the compartment. And inside this already crowded compartment three more sacks of grain were stored. I asked the grandmother, "Why are you bringing these to
I suppose I could attribute it to a language mistake (though by this time I'm fairly confident in my ability to ask simple questions); or perhaps her reluctance to talk with a foreigner, an uncovered young woman travelling alone. But I'd almost like to believe that this quiet Muslim family is part of
Returning to
Why is this government investing in the rail system? I suppose there are a few reasons why it should... In
Even though gas is so expensive, the number of cars on roads in
I'll end this now, leaving the issues of smuggling, subsidies, and social standards open-ended and unconnected. The Turkish rail system is a fascinating central focus. Through the lenses of economics, cultural values, and environmentalism all issues can become bound together; at this moment, however, I'm sleepy and too tired for the clarity effort.
~~~alice
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