Street food

Mysterious golden ball

My napkin was gently folded like a bundle. As I cradled it in my palms I felt the warmth inside. It was as if it were still sizzling in deep oil. As I unfolded the layers of linen, I noticed that my golden fried ball was slightly pointed on one end. That made me curious about the cook; it was surely a clue about his home country. 

Turkey, the country where woman come after the oxen

This is from Naz?m Hikmet's poem, "Our Women": "And women, our women, with their magnificent sacred hands? our mothers, lovers, wives, who die without ever having lived and whose place at our table comes after our ox?" 

Like all his work, this is an incredible poem, full of correct observations, describing the place of women in the mind of Turkish men. It was written in 1922.

'Now cry Paris!'

Thus wrote an Islamist columnist after the attacks in the French capital. In a related story, his newspaper used the word terror in quotation marks, clearly implying that it disagreed that the attacks in Paris were acts of terror.

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