Ankara the capital, center of Turklandia, on the hill over looking the city is the greatest of all architectural feats, The Mausoleum, the spiritual gravitational center of Turklandia'a existence.
Here I am to pay homage to attempt to seek the center, to look into the eye.
Bums this is the point I turn my head and look over my shoulder to look at who is watching me write. In this place one has to be on ones guard. The silly becomes the serious and the serious becomes really silly.
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