I found this to be slightly amusing:
Recently, a Greek citizen had uploaded a video that insulted the revered Mustafa Kemal Ataturk (Turkey’s liberator and national hero) onto the video-sharing network Youtube. The Internet provider in Turkey, called Turk Telecom, in retaliation prohibited all Turkish users access to YouTube in hope that the video would go unseen. The Turkish courts ruled that the restrictions placed by Turk Telecom would be invalidated once the disrespectful video was removed from You tube.
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As a step toward mending historical wrongdoing, the Turkish government has aimed to pay for the restorations costs of the Armenian Akdamar church. This church is considered by many historical experts as a denotation of medievel Armenian architecture. Along with Turkey's decision to pay for these costs, an opening ceremony of the church will proceed the restoration. Unsurprisingly there is tension, suspicion, and worry surounding Turkey's altruistic and social gestures. Some believe these gestures to be part of an elaborate act to gain publicity and propaganda. Continue to read more at the following site, if you so desire:
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Elif Shafak, a well-known Turkish writer, has been under fire for her audacious support of the unavailing French bill. France's National Assembly had recently been in the process of enacting a bill that penalized anyone who refused to acknowledge the Armenian genocide of 1915 committed under Ottoman rule.
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I should begin with my name since it’s the clearest brand of my particular type of existence. “Beyza” is a Turkish name which is related to the Turkish word “Beyaz,” which means white. My name, however, kicks it up a notch. It refers to the white light given off by God; essentially, it refers to a form of radiation, if you will. Not to forget, there is always the way I look, and from one fellow Turk to another, it’s rather distinctive. Extremely pale skin, coal black eyes, matching hair, and a sort of fearsome glare (involuntary, I assure you) that makes up the image of someone who should ride through a desert plain on a horse; it’s deeply primeval.
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