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Yes, my name is Rennie Mulcahy and I don't know why I'm here.
I'm quite sure Emine isn't a terrorist and I do not hesitate to say so, though how can anyone ever be sure? The reasons I liked her to begin with, the reasons I'm loyal to her now, could of course be interpreted differently, as evidence she was up to no good. You suspect she was after something. Passwords, files. The inside track on budget allocations. Or you might see she simply recognized that I was–as she was–lonely. Emine became my friend.
She commented, yes, on the decadence of the West, but so did I.
I liked to think it was my cleverness that appealed to her, not my access. What's my point? If you want to believe that a nice Jewish girl from Istanbul is married to a nice Muslim boy, that a well-educated doctor who loves his wife would leave her in order to schlep around India with some deprived, diseased nomads, that India has such a powerful animal rights movement that the government is confiscating the dancing bears, that the only place in the world to buy a brown bear cub to replace the one that's been confiscated is in Peshawar–if you want to believe all that, what is there to stop you? My point is, Emine's husband Oğuz has done nothing, absolutely nothing wrong if you want to believe all that. And I do.
Yes, my name is Rennie Mulcahy and I don't know why I'm here.
I'm quite sure Emine isn't a terrorist and I do not hesitate to say so, though how can anyone ever be sure? The reasons I liked her to begin with, the reasons I'm loyal to her now, could of course be interpreted differently, as evidence she was up to no good. You suspect she was after something. Passwords, files. The inside track on budget allocations. Or you might see she simply recognized that I was–as she was–lonely. Emine became my friend.
She commented, yes, on the decadence of the West, but so did I.
I liked to think it was my cleverness that appealed to her, not my access. What's my point? If you want to believe that a nice Jewish girl from Istanbul is married to a nice Muslim boy, that a well-educated doctor who loves his wife would leave her in order to schlep around India with some deprived, diseased nomads, that India has such a powerful animal rights movement that the government is confiscating the dancing bears, that the only place in the world to buy a brown bear cub to replace the one that's been confiscated is in Peshawar–if you want to believe all that, what is there to stop you? My point is, Emine's husband Oğuz has done nothing, absolutely nothing wrong if you want to believe all that. And I do.