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From Pozanti to Belemedik, the valley of Tchakit is tightened and the railway disappears in the first tunnels of Taurus. Around the station of Belemedik, some recent houses bring a little animation. One kilometer further the plateau widens. Smaller than that of Pozanti, but vast enough to contain the ruins of the old city, it is shaded by large trees under which the herds come brouter. There, at the beginning of the 20th century, the building sites of “Baghdad” (the railway which was to connect Berlin in Baghdad) gave live to a town of 10.000 inhabitants.
Among the ruins, a house is still inhabited by a couple of pensioners. What a surprised! The Mister speaks French!
Full oh happiness we let ourselves guided through the ruins of Belemedik. In the walls of the hospital still the memory of Mrs Mesnil planes. There the French Commander's wife, a nurse who had acquired great experience near wounded soldiers of Great War, brought the same care and the same comfort to the Turkish patients as to the French ones.

Belemedik - The station
Belemedik - The station

To thank this man who guided us in Belemedik, as well as other Turks which accomodated us according to their tradition, and in remembering Elie which nourished his family of the fruit and vegetables of his garden, I want to quote Voltaire. He marvelled at the Turkish reception and wisdom. Here an extract of the conclusion of Candide:

During this conversation, news was spread abroad that two viziers of the bench and the mufti had just been strangled at Constantinople, and several of their friends impaled. This catastrophe made a great noise for some hours. Pangloss, Candide, and Martin, as they were returning to the little farm, met with a good-looking old man, who was taking the air at his door, under an alcove formed of the boughs of orange trees. Pangloss, who was as inquisitive as he was disputative, asked him what was the name of the mufti who was lately strangled.
"I cannot tell," answered the good old man; "I never knew the name of any mufti, or vizier breathing. I am entirely ignorant of the event you speak of; I presume that in general such as are concerned in public affairs sometimes come to a miserable end; and that they deserve it: but I never inquire what is doing at Constantinople; I am contented with sending thither the produce of my garden, which I cultivate with my own hands."
After saying these words, he invited the strangers to come into his house. His two daughters and two sons presented them with divers sorts of sherbet of their own making; besides caymac, heightened with the peels of candied citrons, oranges, lemons, pineapples, pistachio nuts, and Mocha coffee unadulterated with the bad coffee of Batavia or the American islands. After which the two daughters of this good Mussulman perfumed the beards of Candide, Pangloss, and Martin.
"You must certainly have a vast estate," said Candide to the Turk.
"I have no more than twenty acres of ground," he replied, "the whole of which I cultivate myself with the help of my children; and our labor keeps off from us three great evils-idleness, vice, and want."
Candide, as he was returning home, made profound reflections on the Turk's discourse.
"This good old man," said he to Pangloss and Martin, "appears to me to have chosen for himself a lot much preferable to that of the six Kings with whom we had the honor to sup."
"Human grandeur," said Pangloss, "is very dangerous, if we believe the testimonies of almost all philosophers; for we find Eglon, King of Moab, was assassinated by Aod; Absalom was hanged by the hair of his head, and run through with three darts; King Nadab, son of Jeroboam, was slain by Baaza; King Ela by Zimri; Okosias by Jehu; Athaliah by Jehoiada; the Kings Jehooiakim, Jeconiah, and Zedekiah, were led into captivity: I need not tell you what was the fate of Croesus, Astyages, Darius, Dionysius of Syracuse, Pyrrhus, Perseus, Hannibal, Jugurtha, Ariovistus, Caesar, Pompey, Nero, Otho, Vitellius, Domitian, Richard II of England, Edward II, Henry VI, Richard Ill, Mary Stuart, Charles I, the three Henrys of France, and the Emperor Henry IV."
"Neither need you tell me," said Candide, "that we must take care of our garden."
"You are in the right," said Pangloss; "for when man was put into the garden of Eden, it was with an intent to dress it; and this proves that man was not born to be idle."
"Work then without disputing," said Martin; "it is the only way to render life supportable."

I found the translation of Candide on Internet



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