Icebergs in Türkiye


Iceberg

Iceberg (Photo credit: graceinhim)

Yesterday, I saw a number of icebergs in my dreams.  Hopefully they are not precursors to my own personal Titanic in some aspect of my life.  I should mention that I am meeting with the Provost at my University today (in 29 minutes, gulp) as the next stage of my tenure process – but it is considered to be “over the hump” at this point, my mentors tell me.

Perhaps all of the iceberg imagery was in relation to a bit of worry about yesterday’s post on the love-hate relationship we have with Turkey in this home (my view, M. has not weighed in on this) and whether 301 will be used against me if I speak out more…for those of you not in the know, “301” refers to Article 301 of the Turkish Penal Code which, according to Wikipedia “makes it illegal to insult Turkey, the Turkish ethnicity, or Turkish government institutions.”  I do not think I have done so, I was careful in how I framed my word, but who knows how my best intentions are interpreted.  Don’t get me wrong – I adore Türkiye but am aware that there are some challenge – as with my own country and as with any country.

Click on the image of the cultural iceberg for the link to the source of this image

So, leaving fear of 301-shaped icebergs behind for the moment, the icebergs I am going to refer to in this post are icebergs in Türkiye of a very different sort.  Thee are the icebergs that do a lot of melting while M. and I are in Turkey.  The graphic called “the cultural iceberg” should explain it all.

I’ll spend the next few days breaking down what has been floating above the line in my life – and where I think we are going re: figuring out what is below the line in our life (note my vs. our as it is a process).

What is especially interesting to me is that while we spend most of our year in the U.S., it is in Turkey where most of our iceberg melting goes on…in so many ways, M. feels to me to be super-acculturated to the ways of the U.S. and often feels out of step when he returns to the country of his birth…but as he said to me at the sink a few weeks ago while we were doing dishes together – “there must be those deep things in me from my Muslim root – just like with you and your Christian root – even if we do not practice religion at all or just a little, respectively.”

Keep it locked, as the radio station host say – and let us know how your icebergs work.  I’ll be back with my views on our icebergs tomorrow.

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3 Responses to Icebergs in Türkiye

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  3. Monito says:

    nope unfortunately not, it was aledray in the water. Perito Moreno in Argentina is known for its activity but I only saw that one while flying over it this time but there’s picture of that one calving (a chunk as big a house) on our Argentina album on our homepage

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