Day 3 - 15 April 2015
A trip to Gelibolu (Gallipoli) for four of us, to mourn the lives lost from 25 April 1915 through till the withdrawal of the allies in December of that year.
Stella, Janette, Del and Trish at one of the cemeteries.
Amazingly, we saw young Turkish teenagers in army uniforms there on the eve of this anniversary. For millennia, the peninsula of Gelibolu has been fought over by competing armies, sitting as it does on a key route between East and West. When will it ever end?
this sentiment has played a large part in the glorification of the gallipoli campaign and the failure to recognise the utter tragedy of war.
The burial place of the youngest Anzac to die at Gallipoli ... at 16, his life stopped before it had a chance to take hold. Too young to vote or drink ... by today's standards ... but not too young to fight and die ...
On my first morning in Istanbul, I was keen to find a local woman to discuss the status of women here. I headed for the magnificant municipal building nearby and was introduced to Fatimah. Fatimah is doing a PhD on Women in the Middle East and political elite. She had heard of the WILPF International Secretary General Madeleine Rees and expressed interest in WILPF.