By Laurence Mee, SAMS, Scottish Marine Institute, laurence.mee [at] sams.ac.uk
Riots, looting and public unrest are not the usual subjects of this blog but the ongoing serious disturbances in Istanbul have caught my attention and I can’t get them out of my mind. Last night’s disturbances were in the district of Beşiktaş where I used to work and spend much of my time, dodging traffic jams, safely wandering through the narrow dusty streets as I walked home to my flat overlooking the busy Bosphorus, eating in my favourite fish restaurant by the market (they put my photo up on the wall with many other regulars; great ploy to keep customers) or my sumptuous $2 lunches of bamya, nohut and pilaf. I bought the table on which I write most of my blogs on the street that is now occupied by protesters. Turkey is full of lovely generous people and Istanbul, with around 15 million people, is its most cosmopolitan and overcrowded city. Whenever the arrivals hall of Ataturk Airport discharges me into its hubbub, I feel a curious sense of homecoming.