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The Spyglass
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63 The Spy glass Some time in the 1920s, my father brought home an old spy glass that he had bought in a sec ond hand store in the Grand Ba zaar in Con stan tin o ple. The store mainly sold old war tro phies and other ob jects from the Ot to man pe riod. The spy glass had be longed to a Turk ish Ja nis sary com mander. This in for ma tion was clearly en graved on it. In the sec ond hand store there were var i ous other odds and ends, but it was mainly the tro phies and weap ons that caught one’s eye. Here spar kled a Ja nis sary chain, worn by the most elite of the Ot to man mil i tary corps to dem on strate their mem ber ship. Over there one’s eye was struck by the glint of broad, curved Ja nis sary swords; by a small Ja nis sary flag next to a bow and arrow; by Ja nis sary flint lock ri fles, Ja nis sary caul drons and spoons—all the par tic u lar sym bols of that old mil i tary order. Al though the Ja nis sary era—dat ing from the time of the Ot to man period’s gran deur and de cline—was long over, many peo ple stopped in at the Con stan tin o ple sec ond hand shop where Ja nis sary rel ics were bought and sold. The time of the Ja nis sar ies did not pass away eas ily. It had re mained within the peo ple. Father looked with in dif fer ence at the Ja nis sary tro phies. His gaze rested with ex cite ment only on this large spy glass. He him self could not ex plain why he had bought the Ja nis sary spy glass and brought it home to the Bal kans. Those close to my father found it strange when they saw him back in his own coun try with the spy glass. They im a gined that he stared across the bor der at the op po site shore of the lake and con tem plated his fu ture jour ney. Grand father was the one most pleased by the spy glass. It was as if he had been con demned to live a sol i tary life by the shore of the lake. All his kin had crossed the bor der, first his broth ers and sis ters, 64 then his sons and daugh ters from his first mar riage. When he saw his old est son from his sec ond mar riage re turn from Con stan tin o ple with the large spy glass in hand, he couldn’t have been hap pier. He had thought that if any one had been des tined to re main abroad, it would be this son. Grand father, with child ish glee, was de lighted both with his son’s re turn and with the spy glass. He kept it with him day and night. At the break of day he would make his way to the edge of the lake. When the air was most trans par ent, he could look through the spy glass to the op po site shore of the lake, across the bor der. He walked along the shore look ing through the spy glass. While thus sail ing in place, he im a gined him self the cap tain of a van ished ship. Many years have passed since then. Grand father van ished in a splen did dream with the spy glass in his hand. A long time there af ter, the spy glass was vir tu ally for got ten, as if it had been ex hausted from use. The spy glass would have re mained for got ten had my father not taken it out one day and made the fate ful de ci sion that we would all cross the bor der in the old fam ily row boat and re main for ever out casts. We traveled at night. We could not cross the bor der in day light with out being seen or being stopped, even with out bor der guards on ei ther side of the lake. The bor der changed so quickly that the bor der guards could not ar rive fast enough to pro tect...