If we abandon the Balkans to their fate, the ‘infernal children’ will transform the region into hell
I am on an Adıyaman-bound flight from Turkey’s Istanbul. The aircraft takes off, diving into a crazy cluster of clouds. We cruise like this for a while. Snow, winter, and the clouds begin a dance in the air. A while later, the sun joins in on their performance. We travel for a while amid an int...
