I am six when my mother falls. My newborn sister is crying, and in my mother’s haste to reach her the rug slips from under her feet.
This is not about cricket … in the way that the Lion King is not about lions.
You cannot share this. You cannot help this. But you can listen.
“Turkey is a country where religious piety, crony capitalism and assertive nationalism walk hand in hand”.
My dad was hidden away in the mountains when the bombs fell.
The speech is the poetry of politics.
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