This year Turkey is different, Germany not.
There is the Gezi movement and the audacity of becoming citoyens, the joyful youth creating a laboratory of borderless democracy in the middle of a park, relieved by the experience of leaving constant crisis behind, standing as free individuals like a tree, and together like the brotherhood of a forest, stepping out of the choreography of an overwhelmingly elected man who is ignorantly and brutally responding, because there is a plan of ever growing malls and airports, another Bosporus, another bridge across the continents, decent women giving birth to an ever growing population and re-educated generations practicing the conservative rules of the Islam, a special agenda – open or hidden, nobody knows – of a self-declared, educative father figure of the nation, which is divided half by half into followers and resistance.
Here is an aging population which after all that austerity and effort finds wealth, after all that emancipation finds equality of gender, after all that guilt finds recognition, after all that resentment finds sympathy, chooses appeasing rest within the middle of the turmoil of European crisis. There is no craving for the future, there is the subconscious trust in no experiments. And there is the overwhelmingly elected conservative mother who seems to store current achievements and simulates shelter, who feeds the fear of losing the current status quo. There is the cultivated belief that caution is better than risk, but there is the lost sense of verification what the current actually has to offer and, that vagueness is actually boring. The nation seems to be divided half by half into right and left, missing that left or right doesn’t mean a thing about the future.