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The Meaning of the Silence
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190 The Mean ing of the Si lence When my broth ers were ap proach ing adult hood and our only sis ter was ready to be en gaged to be mar ried, my father was once again gripped by the East ern dream, like the one he had when he left Con stan tin o ple in the twen ties; he could not im a gine that his tor i cal events would di verge so much from the course he had pre dicted for them. He had been cer tain that one day he would re turn to Con stan tin o ple, would re sume his for mer East ern time, would re turn to the smell of the dried hon ey suckle blos soms and of the faded flow ers in the white jas mine gar dens. He could not be lieve that time would be sus pended for ever between him and Con stan tin o ple, that he would never again re turn to that city. In fact, the coun try in which he set tled was the first to be freed from Sta lin ism and opened to the world, in clud ing, of course, Con stan tin o ple. My father could go there when ever he wanted. But be fore he went, mer chants and black mar ket eers traveled there, and they de stroyed the pic ture of Con stan tin o ple that he had im a gined and that was se cured for ever in his soul. His chil dren ma tured and were ready for ad vanced stud ies. As soon as one would grad u ate and begin to work, the next child would be ready to go. And so on in order . . . The whole fam ily seemed to be in con stant flux al most to the end of my father’s life. Per haps, deep within him, he lived with the il lu sion that at least one of his sons would leave, to con tinue stud ies in Cairo or Con stan tin o ple, to re con nect with my father’s youth. It was dif fi cult to carry out such a plan in the Bal kans, in the coun try that had fenced 191 it self in. Nev er the less, my father fed our il lu sions of set ting off after his lost dream, es pe cially when it be came our time for study or mar riage. He wanted to con nect at least one of us, a vain hope, with his East ern dream, while oth ers, more dis turbed Sta lin ists than Sta lin him self, con cerned them selves with the dream of Father’s na tive land, the last in the Bal kans to de stroy the giant mon u ment to Sta lin. His na tive land was con demned to the great est iso la tion in the Bal kans, in the world. It was cov ered en tirely in bun kers. Yes, my father was sure that even there the winds of de moc racy would blow at some time, but he did not live to see it. My father could not force his way on us, but some thing un spoken re mained in his life, some thing that he keenly wanted to tell us. His si lence re mained the great est nar ra tive of our lives. ...