A Tight Wide-open Space: Finding love in a Muslim land

In 2003, when the shockwaves of 9/11 still echoed through the US and the country was fighting two wars in Muslim countries, Matt met a beautiful woman on an airplane and decided to follow her to Turkey. This is the story of what happened there.

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Big Head Basibuyuk – excerpt, part 3

September 7, 2011

I climbed past the riot police deeper into gece kondu territory. The houses at the edge of the gece kondu, the ones nearest the riot police, had tapped illegally into the city’s electrical grid, and leading from each power transformer was a rat’s nest of wires strung to the nearby houses. As I climbed further, [...]

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Big Head Basibuyuk – excerpt, part 2

September 7, 2011

When I arrived at the bottom of the hill I saw the neighborhood was typical lower-class urban Istanbul. There was a mom-and-pop market on almost every street corner, bakeries selling baked goods that looked like they had been discarded by the bakeries that bought discarded baked goods, and green grocers selling wilted lettuce and scarred [...]

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Big Head Basibuyuk – excerpt, part 1

September 7, 2011

When I want to explore a city, I love to walk, just walk, hour after hour with only the vaguest of notions where I am going. Walking a city is one of the best ways to get to know it. It gives me an intimate understanding of the city’s rhythms, its traffic flow, its lively [...]

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The call to prayer – excerpt, part 3

September 7, 2011

For hundreds of years the Ottoman Empire was home to the Caliphate, the supreme authority over all that was Islam. Istanbul was the Vatican City of the Muslim world and the Ottoman sultan its Pope. But in 1923 Mustapha Kemal Ataturk established the secular republic that is Turkey today and moved the capital from Istanbul [...]

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The call to prayer – excerpt, part 2

September 7, 2011

Over ninety percent of Turkey’s population is Sunni, and most of the rest are Shia. With that many Muslims you’d think there would be more religious observance than there is. But Turks in Istanbul are about as likely to be regular mosque-goers as Americans in New York are to be regular church-goers. In the heartland [...]

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The call to prayer – excerpt, part 1

September 7, 2011

I awoke with a start. A man was standing next to my bed yelling at me through a megaphone. In a panic, I instinctively rolled to the other side of the bed and dropped to the floor. I scrambled to my feet, my body crouched down into a squat so I could lunge towards whatever [...]

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Fill the cup – excerpt, part 3

September 7, 2011

Mr. E stood by, watching and translating, doing his best to not insult what little dignity I had left. The technicians eventually gave up on me and put me under so I’d sleep through their second attempt. Knocking me out did the trick, and after what seemed to me like mere moments I found myself [...]

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Fill the cup – excerpt, part 2

September 7, 2011

When I first arrived in Turkey, Mr. E took me under his wing even though I wasn’t his son-in-law yet. He took me to buy my first bus pass and showed me how to find the right bus. He showed me where to buy soap and shampoo and toilet paper. When I needed to open [...]

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Fill the cup – excerpt, part 1

September 7, 2011

I have chronic heartburn. A half dozen times over the past 15 years I have had some dramatic but short-lived complications due to it. The complications come in the form of incapacitating abdominal cramps that last for a few hours. When the cramps are in force it’s not a pretty sight and uninitiated witnesses worry [...]

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The wedding – excerpt, part 4

September 7, 2011

I say when in Rome, do as Romans do. So at the wedding reception I kissed all 300 guests, 600 cheeks in all. I didn’t discriminate. I kissed everyone, whether I recognized them or not. I threw myself into the activity as if I were a fish thrown back into the water. After all, I [...]

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The wedding – excerpt, part 3

September 7, 2011

In Turkey we took almost all of our vacations near the sea. Our favorite spots were little towns along the Aegean, places like Assos, Bodrum, and Marmaris, places where sandy white beaches border water so clear I couldn’t tell whether it was one foot deep or ten. I never ventured far from the shore, swimming [...]

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The wedding – excerpt, part 2

September 7, 2011

In the photo you can see the Rijksmuseum in the background. My girlfriend is walking happily down the street in a red sweater pulled over one of her favorite red and white checkered shirts. My camera caught her mid-step, smiling broadly, head cocked off to one side taking in the sights. She is scanning the [...]

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The wedding – excerpt, part 1

September 7, 2011

When my girlfriend was little she was a ballerina. Today she has the long, lanky, body and graceful manner of a natural dancer. One sunny summer day in Santa Barbara, in our early days of dating before we moved to Turkey, we went out to her car to drive over to a party and meet [...]

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Istanbul (not Constantinople) – excerpt, part 3

September 7, 2011

The Turks spent decades trying and failing to conquer Constantinople. They laid sieges that lasted for years and sent wave after wave of well-armed soldiers to try to scramble over the city’s walls. Resisting the Turks’ relentless onslaughts so impoverished Constantinople that even its emperor lived in poverty. But the city would not fall. The [...]

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Istanbul (not Constantinople) – excerpt, part 2

September 7, 2011

Four hundred years before the Ottoman Turks conquered Istanbul in 1453 their predecessors, the Selcuk Turks, arrived in western Turkey and started to take control of a small amount of land. Their hold on the land was fragile though, and they spent a few hundred years battling with the Byzantines, the Mongols, and a disorganized [...]

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Istanbul (not Constantinople) – excerpt, part 1

September 7, 2011

In the 1990s the band They Might Be Giants covered a catchy pop tune called “Istanbul (Not Constantinople).” The song is one of those tunes so catchy that once you get it stuck in your head you can’t get it out. If my mere mention of that song just now started it running through your [...]

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Friendships and hematomas – excerpt, part 4

September 7, 2011

And then of course there was Jan, a towering and solidly-built Dutchman. Every time I ran Simon into the fence or otherwise made up for my lack of skill by physically disrupting the movements of others, I knew I would have to pay the piper. Jan was the piper. Running into Jan was like running [...]

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Friendships and hematomas – excerpt, part 3

September 7, 2011

I invited Holger to join the game because I was eager to prove I was a well-connected expat who could introduce other expats to life in the city. I was nervous because I knew recent arrivals tended to get injured, but I invited Holger anyway. Holger arrived at the game expecting a gentlemanly game of [...]

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Friendships and hematomas – excerpt, part 2

September 7, 2011

We played on a small, fenced-in, astroturfed field tucked away between the backsides of apartment buildings and a mosque. There were some very noisy cats that were always fighting in the bushes near the apartment buildings. I never figured out if those cats fought on a schedule every Saturday at 2:00 pm, or if they [...]

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Friendships and hematomas – part 1

September 7, 2011

Soccer is huge in Turkey. In Istanbul alone there are three major professional teams. Many Turks, especially the men, are loyal fans of one team and profess to despise the other teams like a die-hard Yankees fan heaps scorn upon the Mets. Love for the sport unites Turkish men across social boundaries, even when those [...]

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