Gone Fishing
by Daniel Stride
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MY BOSS TAPS HIS CIGARETTE into the ashtray. “They’re still at it.”
Mustafa has summoned me up to his office, without even providing coffee. Bad news, I think, settling into a chair. If I’m working through my holidays again, I won’t be happy.
“Who’s still at it?”
Mustafa pounds the desk with his fist. “Them, you i***t! Who else?”
I lean back, and wink at the ceiling fan. “Them.”
The Kurds, always the Kurds. To believe Mustafa, they’ve sabotaged the entire South-eastern Anatolia Project since it started. He’s one of those. But he pays my salary, and invites me on his Mediterranean fishing trips, so I tolerate both his foibles and his creative expense claims.
“If this is about the Ilısu Dam again, it’s out of our hands. Ankara’s dealin
