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Are you the owner of this land or the watchman?

We came across with an elderly woman while wandering and taking fresh air in Veterans Farm. Ataturk down from his horse, came close to this old woman’s side.
– “Hello grandma!”
The woman with a softly looking at his face;
– “Hello!” said.
– “Where are you coming from and going to?” The woman pause awhile,
– “Why do you ask?”  she said.  “Are you the owner of this land or the watchman?”
Pasha smiled.
– “I am neither  the owner nor the watchman, grandma! This land is the property of the Turkish nation. The guardian of the land is Turkish nation itself.
“Now, will you tell where are you coming from and going to?” She shook her head.
– “I will say of course, I am coming from a parched village of Sincan where hard to grow the grass and the horse are.”
Our village headman bought me a ticket and put me on the train, I came to Angora.” Continue reading Are you the owner of this land or the watchman?