East is WestIstanbul, Turkeyby Keith Hatton IF cities were schizophrenic, Istanbul would have first shot at the psychiatrist's sofa. Imagine one of the great ancient cities of our time cast in the shadows of chrome and glass skyscrapers. Like your grandmother in sexy lingerie, it is oddly familiar but strangely exotic. Christian at one time, now Muslim. Muslim but hated by Al Qaeda. Its 12 million residents make it the largest city in Europe, and one of the largest in Asia.In a country with more Greek ruins than Greece and more Roman towns than Italy, Istanbul is an oxymoron. The government pays the salaries of religious leaders and controls Muslim schools; but Playboy has a Turkish edition that is sold openly in the many convenience stores throughout the city. Young women wearing headscarves and ankle-length skirts mingle among men in jeans, loafers, and Robbie Williams t-shirts. The minarets of the Blue Mosque call the faithful five times a day, then the smoky bars compete for the same souls with the blare of rock bands once the sun goes down. Istanbul teems with possibility, excitement and adventure. However, with a population that has septupled in less than forty years it also teeters on the brink of decay, doom, and gridlock. Divided by the Bosphorus, a waterway connecting the Black Sea and the Sea of Marmara, Istanbul both connects and separates Europe and Asia. Founded around 660 BC as Byzantium, it later became Constantinople, the Roman Empire's other capital. Yet modern Istanbul and Turkey are actually the creation of Mustafa Kemal, or Ataturk. He designed a republic from the ashes of the Ottoman Empire in 1923 and molded Turkey into a western country from this cornucopia of cultures. He restricted the civil power of Islam, granted equal rights for women, and ensured that Turkish was written with the Latin alphabet. Even today, the image of his stern, fatherly face is everywhere in Turkey. (I must say that his numerous portraits show a dandified figure. Like your favorite cross-dressing uncle, Ataturk does seem to have gone a tad heavy on the lipstick and rouge for his portrait sittings.) But, even with all the progress that has shaped Istanbul today, lingering clouds of terrorism are dampening its spirit.
Back home in the US we had been quizzed about how safe we would feel given the recent bombings. Of course we were concerned but, coming from a country with more than 43,000 traffic fatalities every year, I liked the odds in Istanbul. It certainly seemed safer than a Los Angeles freeway (certainly LA's drivers are far better armed than the terrorists). But the recent bombings have indeed colored the traveler's perception of this magnificent city. On November 15, 2003, the Neve Shalom and Beth Israel synagogues were bombed. Then, only five days later, the British Consul and the high rise offices of HSBC, the prominent British bank, were struck. Over 57 people were killed, including Roger Short, the British Consul-General, and at least 800 were injured. Turkish citizens carried out this attack, which points to a striking new phenomenon. Turkish Islamist terrorist groups, once regarded as minor, have reinvented themselves thanks to Al-Qaeda's international network. Before the bombings, the Great Eastern Islamic Raiders Front (IBDA-C), an Al-Qaeda affiliate that took responsibility for the bombings, had typically conducted attacks using only molotov cocktails or handguns. The IBDA-C and other local groups such as the 'Turkish Hezbollah', a Sunni Kurdish group, are now able to carry out large-scale attacks in Turkey. This indicates a tremendous increase in their operational capabilities but does it make Istanbul the new front line in terrorism?
If all this makes you want to cower under the covers, then take heart. The chances of dying from a terrorist attack are about 1 in 9 million, approximately the same odds as getting struck by lightening... twice. Statistically, we're less likely to die from terrorism than just about anything else we do: perhaps apart from driving a supply truck in Iraq. Avoiding Istanbul is certainly not the answer; being a knowledgeable and well-informed traveler is a far better solution.
Getting a sense of the cityI recalled several articulate writers describing Istanbul as like Rome in the late 1950s. I could see why. There was an overarching sense of a romantic and mysterious past in Istanbul; a past that would be the springboard for a glorious future. I even saw a film crew set up around one of the ancient fountains in the Sultanahmet which looked surprisingly similar to the classic 1954 Jean Negulesco Roman movie Three Coins in the Fountain.
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