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Due to the cosmopolitan taste of his better customers in the heart of this relatively wealthy neighborhood he often had to fill the shelves of his shop with products from the European Union via Greece: special breakfast serials, special alcoholic fizzy drinks, ready-made cake sponges and soups, even grapes from Thrace. He orders directly or sends his shop assistants by car to Greece or even tries to persuade me -- unsuccessfully -- to bring stuff from Greece. My frequent visits to his 18-hour open shop, a stone’s throw from my flat, include an inevitable conversation about the similarities of Greeks and Turks and "how vital it is to do business together." Over the years these literally over-the-counter conversations have covered important events in the Greek-Turkish calendar like, the Kardak-Imia crisis, the Ocalan capture and trial, the earthquakes in Turkey and Greece, the "Papandreou-Cem" affair, the presence of Karamanlis at the wedding of Erdogan's son as a witness, the developing tourism in the Aegean and the developing bilateral land trade for which he was particularly interested. Frequently those few minute-long discussions end with us agreeing, that what our politics have got also in common is corruption, injustice, easy money etc. Over the last 12 years that I have been living on this street, my conversations with Mehmet Bey have given me an interesting extra view from the "man on the street" although Mehmet Bey with his Mercedes convertible car parked next to his shop, should be seen as a particular success story among the grocers of Istanbul. But, when last Saturday I visited his shop, after a short trip to Brussels, he was not as calm and smiling as usual. And our conversation over the counter took a few minutes longer than usual. It seemed that Mehmet Bey spent his Bayram holiday of the whole of last week, watching every single news from Greece; he watched the fires, the burning of the Christmas tree in the Syntagma Square in Athens and felt great sympathy for his fellow shop-keepers whose shops were smashed up just before the Christmas holidays. This has never happened to his shop. Unruly groups of young Turks frequently gather just on the opposite corner to his shop consuming large quantities of beer until the early hours of the morning and over-excited football fans rally like crazy around the area after their club's game almost every week; but the special night guard, usually an elderly man, sitting inside an iron booth outside Mehmet Bey's market, makes sure that the shop's stock is safe. But his professional solidarity for the financially ruined Greek shop-keepers was not enough to placate his anger at the unwarrantable killing of Alexis Grigoropoulos. In his mid-50s, Mehmet Bey, who, too, has a son of around 30, must have seen a lot of similar killings, in his country. But what probably made him lose his usual calm temper this time, was that the young boy did not have the characteristics which usually relate to the victims of such incidents: he did not have a political coloring, he was not an anarchist, he was not a leftist, he was not an ultra-leftist, he was not an immigrant, he came from a wealthy background, living in an area similar to Mehmet Bey’s shop in Istanbul. In fact he was a boy whose Turkish equivalent Mehmet Bey has been serving for years. For Mehmet Bey and probably for many other Turks, this unlikely young Greek anti-hero has caused a deeper psychological stir than what we may think. The domino affect that the Alexis-incident is having among several countries in Europe, but also in Australia and even in Russia, may prove to be more dangerous than any organized political movement. Mehmet Bey, like many of his compatriots may be in the same position as many millions of other citizens of other countries in the world: they feel that their leaders do not care for them. That citizens live and survive in spite of their leaders; that politicians, policy makers, security keepers, money dealers, war makers, business leaders, faith preachers are not but self-interest seeking bodies disconnected from their societies. And that a growing part of the society is being shaping up which is not represented any longer by main stream politics. These are not necessarily anarchists, ultra leftists, fascists or whatever traditional label one may attach to them. They are ordinary citizens who feel unsafe, insecure, threatened, wronged, poor, blocked and depressed. On Saturday night, one week after the killing of Alexis, a group of school children from Moraitis School, the school of Alexis, dressed in white gathered outside Parliament in Athens and sitting on the pavement they started singing "Imagine" by John Lennon under the eyes of riot police in full gear. One young man stood up and shouted to one young riot policeman. "Is what you are doing worth it, for 1000 euros a month? Is it worth it?" This is what makes the Alexis incident much more than what we have seen so far. And this is what makes people outside Greece go on the streets. This is what makes the unknown young people write graffiti of solidarity to Alexis on the wall of the Greek General Consulate in Istanbul. And this is what the political leaders are mostly afraid of. And I must go back to Mehmet Bey today to tell him something that I heard from my friends in Greece. That one of the slogans chanted by demonstrators in Athens was from Nazim Hikmet’s poetry, "If you do not burn, if I do not burn, if we do not burn, how are we going to have light from darkness?" But maybe not, he may not know or he may prefer not to hear.
Of course my immediate reaction was to check the Greek page of TRT World. I must admit that although I have been a member of the, now closed, Greek Service of BBC World for 15 years, I had never listened to the Greek-language program of TRT. However, having had some contact with the program output of Greek-language programs of Deutsche Welle and Voice of America and their Web sites, I eagerly clicked on the ???????? command of TRT.world yesterday to check out the content.
First of all, I checked the news and current affairs column. Yesterday, the editor of the Greek page placed a story, “Missile attack on Afghanistan by American forces,” as the first item; although the literal translation of the first line “Five people were neutralized by missiles launched by unmanned airplanes,” in Greek, sounded somehow funny, as the use of “neutralize” is primarily used together with the word “enemy" and not with “people.” But that was not serious. The second item was, "Erdogan in India," no problem with the wording of that.
The third item, "Aliyef: Nagorno is a threat to security.” Everything was fine except Aliyev did not sign a "communique" in Moscow with the presidents of Russia and Armenia but a “declaration!” Admittedly, however, a common mistake in Greek. The fourth item, “Clinton in the White House," was fine, although when we read that new president Obama is, “of the tendency to announce” Hillary as the next head of the State Department, we would probably smile as we could think of simpler ways of saying the same thing. On the next item, "PKK under close surveillance” I noticed that the “security authorities of Denmark and Austria took PKK’s activities under close surveillance,” even in Greek, the idiomatic use of the verb is the same and you "place" somebody under close surveillance; plus you certainly do not put the close surveillance in a genitive declension.
Next in line comes TRT’s own announcement about their new Web site followed by a Greek interest story, “Karamanlis’s mentioned the issue of early elections to his Parliamentary Group.” That is fine too, but probably he did not "give a signal" for early elections like in automobile use but he “signaled” early elections; and to say that his statement, “sent away the black clouds,” by bringing the deputies closer together, might sound a little bit too poetic for a news item.
Then I turned to the thematic column “Culture and Art” whose choice subjects and line of priority are sometimes more interesting than the political news proper. First item, "Concerts took place in Kommotini (Gumulcine) and Thessalonica,” where we learn that the Ankara TRT choir gave concerts of Turkish classical music and that the, "concert in Thessalonica signaled the end to the nostalgia of the Turks and the Greeks for melodies of classical Turkish music," and also that there was, "a wish of the Greeks who immigrated after the exchange of populations and who know the Turkish language to have such concerts to take place more often.” Next in line, there is another item about TRT, but this time it is about the visit of the director of the Russian Military Academy Choir to TRT, and the possibility of the further development of cooperation in the live broadcasting of music concerts. One small detail; the director of the Russian choir has Mr. Yelesef translated as “chef Yelesef” into Greek, which unfortunately makes more of a good cook than a good musician!
But I should not be so grumpy. On the TRT Web page, in Greek one can find also an audio file with an interview with the new ambassador of Greece to Ankara taken back in May when Mr. Fotios Xydas came back to Turkey as head of the Greek diplomatic delegation in Ankara. And there is also a “listen again” facility by which you can listen to the Greek program of TRT any time.
OK, I should not be grumpy but I could not leave out the following sentence about VOT, Voice of Turkey, which:
“With the guiding principles of impartiality, accuracy and instantaneous, VOT is improving its broadcasts with colorful and fascinating programs, targeting general public regardless of age and status, and strengthens its status as a forthcoming, reliable source of information,” whose translation into Greek runs roughly as follows: