Yeşilirmak

After being reunited with my glasses that I had forgotten in my Istanbul hotel room, I flew back to Sweden late last night aboard a Boeing 737 named “Yeşilirmak” after the green river in northern Turkey. Maybe it was the election of İmamoğlu or just in my imagination but for the first time in a long time I could sense some kind of optimism in Turkey, that the slide into darkness will not continue forever.

Now I have three days on the ground in Umeå before flying south again, this time with Eddie to Kalmar and Ghana’s embassy in Copenhagen.