Armor and Fences
(Soldiers parade through Mustafa Kemal Ataturk’s mausoleum in Ankara.)
Some recent facets of our journey have been a bit heavy, dark.
During our recent swing through Istanbul, three Kurdish activists were found dead in France. We were a bit oblivious to the developments … until we happened to walk past the French Embassy and a French school, guarded by row after row of policemen in riot gear.
Now in Tanzania, we currently reside in a compound that’s patrolled and guarded 24 hours a day. Padlocks are on the inside of exit doors. An alarm system tracks every open window and door.
We drove past the US Embassy this afternoon … and discussed how it had been bombed in 1998.
One of the boys asked “Why?”
I didn’t have a good answer.
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