on being a C.I.P.

at present sitting in the V.I.P. lounge (C.I.P. in turkish) at the izmir airport waiting to catch a plane to ankara. mo is taking me. he has work to do over the week and i will poke around and also possibly go on a bus to see capadoccia, which is a fortified city built underground in a network of caves.

long irrigation channels made of cement and brick ran the length of the highway coming here.

it is hot today. the sun is shining bright. palm trees and big reedy looking things grow outside. there is a stretch of shimmering tarmac and copies of turkish businessweek on the coffee tables, and silk plants. the buffet is under a wall done in turquoise tile. coffee and tea are free here and pastries with nuts, and tomato soup, as well as cans of pop (330 mL), apples and oranges, and little sandwiches which i will take as today's lunch. so i am well taken care of as if there were any doubt. i am not sure what ankara will be like.