The Governor invited me to join him to listen to the band. Of course, I said yes! We went to the public gardens, where four or five staff members followed us and a dozen soldiers stood nearby. The garden itself was just a small sandy area with some weak, colorless bushes. But there were chairs, small tables, drinks, and a band playing music. I had absinthe in a glass, and the Governor had his absinthe in a coffee cup. Turks take teetotalism (no alcohol) very seriously. Besides, everyone in Kirk Kilise was watching the Governor and his guest.
The Governor’s Busy Day
While we were sitting, the Governor stayed very busy. He raised his finger, and a soldier quickly jumped from behind a tree holding a telegram form. The soldier was always ready for emergencies. Soon, more telegrams arrived, followed by officers with documents. The Governor quickly looked through them and signed his initials. He seemed so busy—no other Governor in Turkey could be working harder than Galib Pasha! All the while, his eyes were searching around, looking for something that never appeared—his revolver Dragalevtsi Monastery.
A Circus Invitation
That evening, a Turkish officer came to my hotel to deliver a message. He greeted me and said the Governor had invited me to a circus. A circus in Kirk Kilise? Yes, it was a traveling circus from Germany. I agreed to go, but I was traveling light and only had clothes suitable for riding a horse.
The Journey to the Circus
With soldiers carrying lanterns, we walked through the dark streets. We passed naphtha lamps, large paintings on canvas showing men driving six horses and women dressed in glittery costumes jumping through hoops. We finally reached the big circus tent, where the light from the lamps shone brightly, and the sound of clapping came from inside. It all felt very familiar.
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