Pippa’s Sore Feet
Sometimes it is really getting difficult to hold on to reality. I wonder if I’m the only one to take notice of this masquerade. If it was not for Fravia’s [fravia.com] and +ORC’s (no link available, but once upon a time some claimed to have found the mysterious +ORC site) [aone.net.au] past lessons, I would probably go and see a psychiatrist. Maybe I still should.
You must have heard Pippa Bacca’s story that ended tragically in Gebze, Turkey. She was a good soul who decided to tour the world on foot, to draw attention to peace and humanity’s intrinsic good qualities. She decided to hike all the way up to Israel in a wedding dress.
Not being a big fan of TV or mainstream newspapers I only became aware of the event when it showed up in my rss feed. Intrigued by the sad story, I decided to read everything that was written in the Turkish media before her arrival and after her death. It was then when my sorrow first turned to anger, then to resentment; I wish I had read the news before her murder.
Before her arrival, almost every writer in the acquired perception group, who lack the ability to form associations between concepts spoke favourably of her visit. She was hiking for world peace, dared set foot on dangerous grounds, an honourable venture etc. Some even found it cute. After all, she was doing something they would never dream of doing, rightfully so.
Well I thought along these lines: a woman on tour (that’s OK); alone (so and so); walking and hiking (I don’t like it, risky); she will go through Turkey (this can not be good); in a wedding dress (this is outright silly and dangerous). Do not get me wrong, I am not claiming Turkey is any more dangerous than another place but that’s what I thought and felt. If she had been my daughter, lover or wife, I would have done everything legally (and illegally) possible to stop her. If I failed, I would put on my boots and walk with her.
Apparently I was the only one feeling this way. None of those prominent writers touched, even barely, the dangers of what she was about to do. Nobody dared speak the truth. They welcomed her, cheered her, maybe in private conversations told her how they would like to walk alongside with her. Alas, all were too occupied; business pressing, you know… Pippa was probably happy for the attention and interest in her cause and mission.
“Why do you think you are right, where is your proof?” I hear you say. I don’t have any. I don’t have to have one, either. Instead, I’m proposing you do a little test. All you need is a Turkish girl friend (she will be our
traumatic element) and her family (our test subjects). The test is fairly simple: your Turkish friend will convincingly talk about her intention of walking and hiking across the country (Turkey) in a wedding dress during a family dinner (ideal for our purposes) you are incidentally invited to. And you will observe the test subjects, their expressions, attitude, the way they speak (the conversation will switch to Turkish even if it started in another language but it is not important; just watch and observe). My humble hypothesis (or bold claim) is this:
Not any one of the families will be happy about it. They will actively reject the idea. Let me repeat: Not even a single test subject will accept the idea and they will not let (the verb used is correct) the traumatic element go.
I was also disappointed at what was written by those writers after Pippa’s death. They were still wandering in their fantasy land. One wrote: “We’re ashamed.” I, for one, am not. Why should I be? I don’t try to misrepresent the society I live in. I am aware of its flaws and try to correct them, if possible. I do not contribute to it like those writers by supporting the very elements that create the environment which feeds murderers, perverts and misguided individuals.
Another one wrote “What did you prove Picca?”, a very sentimental piece indeed (my Nobel candidate), ending with “How can we promote Istanbul as the culture capital of the world now?” If she had not been killed, we could have been the cultural centre of the world. If it was not for her death, noone, including herself would have noticed anything; our society would have been just perfect.
Oh, I also noticed some number of women belonging to the acquired perception group walked wearing wedding dresses in Beyoglu, Istanbul, at noon time, with police escort. How convenient! Possibly they frowned at the police along the way, as well. They must repeat their show, in Gebze, without the police they despised so much.
Last but not least, what worried me most is the President’s (Mr. Abdullah Gul) apology from Italy. I do not know the other Italians, but if I were a member of Pippa’s family, I would flatly reject that apology. I would very much like to give you the reason why, but this could mean some time in prison for me or getting myself killed and I do not have half the courage and determination of Pippa Bacca. After all that I read, I doubt any warning would have stopped her. She was courageous, determined and dedicated.
