B45

We talked about many different things. Every once in a while, a general or colonel was called over to join the conversation. However, as soon as they had said their part, they stepped back. In the nearby woods, a band played music, and throughout the meeting, refreshments were offered: cigarettes and coffee, cigarettes and ice cream, cigarettes and caramels, cigarettes and grapes — and then, more cigarettes.

The sky was gray, and the wind howled. The land looked dull and lifeless. The Turkish villages were messy, made up of mud huts. There were no hedges, flowers, or even grass. The buffalo...

The wine from Kirk Kilise is very good. However, most Turks don’t drink wine—they are mostly teetotalers. So, the wine is taken to the coast, bought by French companies, sent to Bordeaux, and then...