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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Text copyright © 2002 by Ayşe Kulin
English translation copyright © 2006 by John W. Baker
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.
Last Train to Istanbul
was first published in 2002 as Nefes Nefese
. Translated from Turkish by John W. Baker. First published in English in 2006 by Everest Yayınları. Published by Amazon Crossing in 2013.
Published by Amazon Crossing
PO Box 400818
Las Vegas, NV 89140
ISBN-13: 9781477807613
ISBN-10: 1477807616
Library of Congress Control Number: 2013904883
CONTENTS
ANKARA 1941
ISTANBUL 1933
ANKARA
AN OVERSEAS POSTING
FROM ISTANBUL TO PARIS
MARSEILLES 1940–41
ANKARA 1941
MARSEILLES
PARIS
MARSEILLES
LYON
ANKARA 1942
MARSEILLES 1942
ANKARA
PARIS
ANKARA
MARSEILLES
PARIS
MARSEILLES
WAGON OF FEAR
PARIS
PARIS
ANKARA 1943
CAIRO 1943
PARIS
DARKNESS AT NOON
PARIS
COUNTDOWN
FAREWELL EVENING
ANKARA
ON THE TRAIN
THE TRAIN
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
ABOUT THE TRANSLATOR
ANKARA 1941
Even though, when leaving that morning, Macit had warned Sabiha that he would be late coming home, his good manners made him uneasy when he realized it was already past eight o’clock. He excused himself from the meeting room, went to his office, and dialed home on the black telephone with its noisy dial.
“We’re having a meeting again this evening. Please don’t wait for me for dinner,” he said.
“Not again,” said his wife exasperatedly. “For nearly three weeks, we haven’t been able to have dinner together. Really, darling, hasn’t anyone there got a wife or children waiting at home?”
“For God’s sake, what are you going on about? The Bulgarian army is on our doorstep and you are talking about dinner!”
“How typical of women!” he said, putting the phone down.
His wife was just like his mother. The running of the house, the children’s eating and bedtime, the whole family gathering around for dinner—these things were top priority for organized housewives. Atatürk’s attempt to turn them into women of the world was in vain, Macit thought. Obviously, our women are only good at being mothers or housewives. And he was even beginning to have second thoughts about that. Hadn’t Sabiha abandoned her ............

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