Saturday, 29 March 2014
The peace and quiet of this remote village has been disturbed over the last couple of weeks with vehicles driving up and down. plastered in election signs and photos of candidates, and with music blasting out at all hours of the day and evening.
Mr A and I rarely discuss politics. There is one good reason for this. We have, until now, had totally opposing views. For some ridiculous reason he has only been able to see the "good" in our current prime minister, refusing to listen to everything that has been said about him on the social media sites. He just could not see how this mentally disturbed dictator is destroying this country.
This past week I asked him if he was completely serious about all this, and he seemed to be wavering a little. Up until then he had believed what the PM was telling everyone, that all the criticism and accusations against him were part of some kind of conspiracy.
Naturally Mr A is a little peeved in recent days because Youtube has been banned. He and I don't use Twitter, but he's heard the rumours that Facebook will be next. I downloaded a VPN for him but he can't get to grips with it. "Don't bother" I said, "the VPNs will be blocked next, then you won't be able to get any of your favourite websites. (And I may well risk losing my blog after this post)
I had a message from a mutual friend this week. A Turkish guy who spends the winter with his wife in Belgium, but who is following events here closely, and will be back today, in time to vote tomorrow. He asked me whether Mr A was feeling quite well. He had recently chatted with him on Facebook, and couldn't understand Mr A's political views at this point in time. They had a pretty heated discussion as I understand it.
This morning at breakfast Mr A actually said to me "You're right and I'm wrong about this PM". This has to be a first! Turkish men rarely admit to being wrong about anything!
We went food shopping in Milas this morning. As we loaded up the motorbike and came out onto the road to come home, we were caught up in a massive convoy of vehicles...buses, lorries, vans, cars, motorbikes, all sporting CHP (Peoples' Republican Party) posters, flags being waved by passengers leaning out of the windows, horns blasting, music blaring. There must have been at least 200 vehicles. We had no alternative but to join in. The CHP is the party I will be voting for and I was delighted to be part of this procession. Before we knew it, we were handed a flag which I proudly waved along with everyone else.
It's the first time that it's hit me in reality rather than on the internet, just how much support there is for this opposing party, and how much people want the ruling party to be gone.
We eventually reached the end of Milas town and the turn off to the Bodrum Road. I continued to wave my flag all the way back to the village, receiving lots of hoots of approval from passing vehicles.
As we entered the village, the men in the teahouse clapped and shouted "Bravo".
At my request, Mr A erected the flag outside our house. He has now given in, and will be voting for the CHP candidates tomorrow. One small victory!