Artemis Of Sardis


Spherical pano Artemis Of Sardis

At the present day village of Sart, in the Turkish province of Izmir (Smyrna), are found the ruins of the temple of Artemis Of Sardis. Artemis is the Greek goddess of the wild animals, the twin-sister of Apollo, who is the god of the domesticated herds, siblings of Zeus and Leto. This holy place was part of the former capital of the Iron Age kingdom of Lydia, which last ruler was the proverbially rich Croesus, defeated by Cyrus the Great from Persia around 2500 years ago, after the Delphi oracle had ambiguously foretold that if he attacked the Persians, a great empire would be destroyed. Continue reading


Ulus Food Market


Spherical pano Ulus food market

If you cook for yourself in Ankara, you need to know where to shop, like friendly Mustafa who pointed out how to find Ulus Food Market. “There is no love sincerer than the love for food”, as George Bernard Shaw once said; and .I love my food fresh and at reasonable prices. That’s why I need ‘Ulus Hali’ in the old center of Ankara where even fish is abundant, shiny, with clear eyes and red gills. Get acquainted with the friendly fishmongers, butchers, grocers and bakers. Fill-up  your bags with a nice assortment of fish and meat, fresh vegetables, dried spices, bread and cookies, likely paying a fraction less than you would normally do; leaving a bit for a bottle of wine to cook with or even add some to the food, as W.C. Fields used to do so reluctantly.

The National Heart


At Ankara Anitkabir

In the center of Turkey, in its capital, on a hill at Ankara Anitkabir, rests the national heart of Turkey. This is the mausoleum of Mustafa Kemal Ataturk, the father of all Turks, born 1881 in Thessaloniki (Greece). A particularly brave soldier during World War I, he rebelled against allied forces on 23 April 1920, while establishing a new parliament (Grand National Assembly) in order to defend the remains of the Ottoman Empire against Greek and Armenian occupying forces advancing from the west and east. Emerging victorious as commander in chief of the Turkish army, he declared independence on 29 October 1923, and the Turkish Republic was born.

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La Marsa Corniche


spherical pano of La Marsa Corniche

Below the road along the cliff between La Marsa and Sidi Bou Said (Tunisia), one finds the villas of La Marsa Corniche. Quiet is the beach because of rocky sea bottom and in the warm red-green underwater world of algae and seagrass, we spend lazy summer afternoons. when not sunbathing on hot sand or shade-reading against the cool wall along this Mediterranean sea-shore. Remembering the last vacation with my father, the beach is empty apart from fishermen returning home, certainly because of the early morning hour and maybe also a bit because of the Arab spring that brought refreshing wind with some uncertainty and a whiff of fear.

Heaven Or Hell


Spherical pano Heaven Or Hell

The question is, now that I am slowly petrifying, do I get closer to heaven or hell? As a young geologist it seemed simpler, when heaven was walking unknown wilderness, cooking on campfire and sleeping in a tent. Growing older meant moving to a room above a bar in a god-forsaken village, followed by a run-down three-star hotel from a glorious past in some provincial town. And now that I am Key Expert in Turkey chasing ministerial office tigers, I lay low along infinite buffets, wallow in four star luxury and while bathing in hot hydro-thermal fluids rising-up from deep realms, I really wonder whether I am getting closer to heaven or hell.

A Heavy Burden


Spherical Pano Balya processing plant

Already in the times of Pericles, man started excavating a heavy burden near the town of Balya (Balikesir, Turkey). Later, there would be holed out one of the the largest lead mines of the world with the establishment in 1892 of the French-Turkish “Societé des Mines de Balya Karaydın”. The company may have produced some 400.000 tons of pig lead before it closed in 1940, leaving millions of tons of strongly contaminated mineral waste, together with barren land and some century old ruins from mining and ore-processing activities; finally transferred by Turkish Etibank State Mining company, into the hands of the impoverished town of Balya, about a decade and a half ago. Continue reading

Not Many Words


Bad sight, better vision

Many words are needed for the sentences that stories are made off. My words are hidden and difficult to find. They do not want to be remembered. That’s why they must be dragged to these pages to do their job. It seems that’s the least they can do after all those years that I cared for them and never asked a favor in return. To help along, they are supported by pictures. And for each picture, 1000 words shall be freed well before the day that even the pictures fade and fail to tell those stories.