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  • Liverpool FC agrees deal with Turkish Tourism

    Liverpool FC agrees deal with Turkish Tourism

    Liverpool Football Club has announced a new two-year partnership with Turkish Tourism.

    The deal, the first of its kind in the UK for the tourism body, includes advertising rights and other benefits.

    The club’s managing director Ian Ayre said: “Turkey is a great country and we all have fantastic memories of our European Cup win in Istanbul in 2005.

    “Through this partnership the club can provide Turkish Tourism with significant brand visibility and access to our supporter base to help raise awareness of their tourism opportunities.”

    Tolga Tuyluoglu, director of the Turkish Culture and Tourism Office in London, said: “I am delighted that Turkey will be an official partner to such a historic club. I am sure that all Liverpool fans will have positive associations with Turkey already, following their dramatic Champions League win in Istanbul back in 2005. We hope to build on this to create a dynamic partnership.

    “The city of Liverpool is known for its music and culture; its world-class galleries, museums and landmarks, which of course provides a body of shared values for us to work with. Over one quarter of those taking package-holidays to Turkey do so from the North West of England so this area is very important to Turkey. Of course, the fact that Liverpool FC plays in red and white is a bonus too!”

    The deal was unveiled at the World Travel Market in London.

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  • Istanbul Postcard: Still Arguing After 18 Centuries

    Istanbul Postcard: Still Arguing After 18 Centuries

    Written by Steve Royston

     

    I flew into Istanbul a couple of weeks ago to rendezvous with my wife and two other couples. We were en route to a ten-day cruise that started in the city.

    The earthquake in Van had taken place only a few days before, and Turkey was in shock. I stopped off in Sultanahmet, the old city that is part of every tourist’s itinerary, and struck up a conversation with the owner of a carpet shop.  My new friend – for everybody who wants to sell you a carpet is your friend – was outraged by what he saw as the dilatory response of the government to the disaster.

    He pointed to the flags that were flying everywhere to mark Turkey’s national day, and from his personal patriotic standpoint let loose a stream of invective about Prime Minister Recip Tayyip Erdogan and his government. What particularly irked him was that ten years ago Erdogan had put in place an emergency tax in order to raise a fund for mitigating precisely the kind of disaster that struck Van.

    Istanbul is not immune to earthquakes, and some estimate that up to 600,000 buildings in the city are vulnerable to collapse because they do not meet national earthquake protection standards. The earthquake tax has apparently raised over $50 billion, but instead of keeping the money in reserve to deal with disasters like the Van earthquake, the government has diverted most of the funds into  infrastructure projects– primarily highway development.

    The result has been that Turkey has had to ask for international assistance to deal with the situation in Van, something that my new friend believes should never have been necessary if the revenues from the special tax had been properly applied. Clearly, he is not the only person in Turkey with that view. When we passed through Istanbul on the way home from the cruise, I happened upon an article by Yousef Kanli in the Hurriyet Daily News, Istanbul’s English-language newspaper. In ‘I don’t have socks, Mr President!’, Kanli writes:

    “Well, back in 1999 this country initiated a revolutionary – and biting – quake tax on a variety of consumer products including cigarettes, alcohol, fuel and so on. Since then, 50 billion dollars have been collected, giving the state a lot of resources to deploy against natural disasters. Instead, this government used that money to building the double-lane highways it pledged in its election campaign. Should the state not be more serious in its dealings with its citizens?”

    Van is not one of Turkey’s better-known cities. But almost a century ago it was the scene of one of the few instances of armed resistance by the beleaguered Armenian minority against the Ottoman army during World War I. 1915 was the year of what the Armenians regard as genocide against their minority community in the Ottoman Empire. Estimates of the number of people killed by the Ottoman authorities across the Empire range between 500,000 and 1.2 million. The alleged genocide is still a hot political issue between Turkey – whose government disputes the definition of the events of 1915 as genocide – and the neighbouring modern state of Armenia – which demands Turkish acceptance of responsibility for the massacres as a precondition for normalisation of relations between the two countries.

    Memories and interpretation of these events serve as the backdrop for Turkish writer  Elif Shafak’s outstanding 2006 novel “The Bastard of Istanbul”, which was on my reading list for the cruise. The last time I visited Istanbul I came armed with two of Nobel prizewinning author Orhan Pamuk’s books on the city – “My Name is Red”, and “Istanbul: Memories and the City”. Anyone interested in getting under the skin of modern Turkey should as a minimum look at the works of Shafak and Pamuk.

    What the two authors have in common is that both faced prosecution under Article 301 of the Turkish Penal Code, which states that “A person who, being a Turk, explicitly insults the Republic or Turkish Grand National Assembly, shall be punishable by imprisonment of between six months to three years.” Shafak was indicted for the words she put in the mouths of her characters in her novel. Pamuk for a public statement referring to the death of 1 million Armenians. The specific indictments referred to accusations that the authors had “insulted Turkishness”. In the end, both prosecutions were dropped.

    Critics of Turkey’s touchy relationship with its past, as enshrined in Article 301, have used such cases to argue against the country’s prospective membership of the European Union. Much as I sympathise with the stance of both authors on freedom of expression, those critics should remember that challenges to historical orthodoxy can be also perilous within the EU, as the historian and alleged holocaust denier David Irving discovered when found guilty under Austrian law prohibiting “National Socialist Activities” and sentenced to three years in jail.

    Istanbul has always been a hotbed of debate, whether prohibited or not. From its birth as Constantinople it was wracked with arguments, sometimes violent, about issues such as the true nature of Jesus Christ. Did he have a dual nature as a man and as the Son of God? Does the Holy Spirit emanate from the father and from the son? Theological debate continued after the conquest of the city by the Ottoman Sultan Mehmet II. Throughout the Ottoman rule the city was host to Orthodox Christians, Sunni Muslims, Sufi sects and Jews. The Ottoman court was rife with plots, intrigues, purges and the ruthless actions of successive Sultans to consolidate its power.

    Today, even a casual tourist will find it hard not to bump into the current political issues – the Kurdish insurgency, the strains between the followers of Kemal Ataturk’s secular political philosophy and the growing Islamist hue of the Erdogan government. Much as Turkey is touted within the Middle East as the role model for the moderate Islamist factions that are gaining influence in the wake of the Arab Spring – such as the Tunisian Ennahda party – within the country there seems still to be anxiety about the future. My friend the carpet seller is by no means optimistic. He believes that the next two years will determine whether the differences of opinion will degenerate into social discord. When two of our friends took a guided tour of the Ayia Sofia museum, their guide took them into a corner, and speaking quietly so as not to be overheard, told them of his concerns  – intolerance, arrests and the slow erosion of the secular society established by Atatürk.

    Yet the media in Turkey still seems a long way from the muzzled press in some of its neighbours in the Middle East. For example, the Daily News carried an opinion piece by Mustafa Aykol decrying what he called Turkey’s secular blasphemy laws prohibiting criticism of Atatürk:

    “The real issue, though, is not who Atatürk really was. The real issue is that we still don’t have the right to discuss that freely in Turkey. Prosecutors are always ready to put critics on trial for “insulting Atatürk.” And millions of hate-filled Kemalists are always ready to unleash the ugliest insults against those who simply think that Atatürk was a mortal who made serious mistakes.

    The zeal here is most staggering, and it is only paralleled by the “blasphemy laws” that are found in some Islamic states such as Pakistan. In those countries, what is protected by law from any “insult” (and actually criticism) is Islam and its sacred symbols such as the Prophet Muhammad. In Turkey, a similar veneration is imposed by law, but this time for “Turkishness” and Atatürk.

    Which gives us hints about the bizarre nature of Turkey’s much-cherished “secularism.” Unfortunately, this principle is not about creating a civil public square in which various religions and philosophies can co-exist and engage in rational discussion. Turkish secularism is rather about replacing traditional religion, especially Islam, with ersatz religion. Atatürk is the latter’s both demigod and prophet, and his words and deeds constitute a new form of scripture.

    To me, that would have been still fine, had Kemalism existed as mere ideology and belief, to be followed by those who are convinced and inspired. The problem is that it is the official creed that is imposed on everyone, and that its blasphemy laws threaten us all.”

    Earlier in his piece, Aykol discusses the furore that arose when a journalist referred to Atatürk as a dictator. I very much doubt that when the generals ruled Turkey he would have been able even to suggest anyone might hold that opinion. So I guess that’s progress of a sort.

    Byzantine citizens of Constantinople who argued about the definition of the Holy Trinity would, if they were alive today, smile knowingly as their successors debate the definition of genocide and dictatorship.

    All that physically remains of the old Constantinople are the land walls, the magnificent Ayia Sofia, a couple of other churches and a host of ground level archaeological sites. Yet spiritually, today’s Istanbulus are not so different from their Byzantine predecessors. The majority may be now be Muslim, but the delight in debate and intrigue has survived throughout the city’s long history.

    That’s a major reason why Istanbul is one of my favourite cities in the world.

    And for me, a newly discovered delight: the view across the city from the Hamdi restaurant near Galata Bridge. On top of the view, Hamdi is held by many to be makers of the finest kebabs in Turkey. Magnificent panorama, memorable kebabs. A perfect way to round off the trip.

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  • Istanbul Adventures VI: Call to Prayer

    Istanbul Adventures VI: Call to Prayer

    By Kat Russell

    Two muslim women stand on the bank of the bosphorus in Istanbul, Turkey. Turkey is a predominantly Muslim country – approximately 99 percent. Kat Russell / Daily Sundial

    It was 5:32am, on my first morning in Istanbul, when I was awakened by the loud crackle of a speaker. My hotel room was still shrouded in nighttime darkness. I rolled over, assuming what I had heard must have been the rickety air-conditioner, and invited sleep to return.

    Moments later the speaker crackled again, this time followed by a voice. It started as a low wail, which escaped through the speaker in a short burst. Almost immediately it started again, this time longer, building in volume and momentum as it climbed higher and higher up the scale of notes until it reached a high pitched cry.

    I sat up in my bed confused, startled, and more confused as the voice continued to wail its slow, drawn out song, on a roller coaster of notes and pitches, which lasted for approximately six or seven minutes before it ended with another crackle of the speaker, leaving me sitting in quiet again.

    Unbeknownst to me, in the wee hours of that morning, I was to become extremely familiar with that “song” as I would hear it five times a day for the next two months and what started as a rude interruption to my sleep would become one of the characteristics of Istanbul that I loved the most.

    Turkey is home to a predominantly Muslim population – approximately 99 percent – and Istanbul is Turkey’s largest and most populated city – home to more than 13.2 million people.

    Much like the rest of Turkey, Istanbul’s population is predominantly Muslim. There are approximately 3,000 active mosques throughout the city, their minarets piercing the skyline as they rise from every neighborhood and district. I later learned the “song” I had heard my first morning was actually a Call to Prayer, which is sung in each mosque and broadcast from speakers mounted on to their minarets.

    Five times a day this call rings out from the minarets of each mosque throughout the city, calling Muslims to the mosque for prayer. Each call to prayer is unique to the mosque and to the muezzin who sings it. The verses being sung say: God is great. I bear witness that there is no God except the one God. I bear witness that Muhammad is God’s messenger. Come to Prayer. God is Great. There is no God except the one God.

    From where I lived in Besiktas, I could hear the calls of three different mosques. At first, it seemed strange, but during my time in Istanbul, I came to look forward to hearing them ring out across the city. Each call became a moment for me to pause, place my hand over my heart, and take a moment to relish in the beauty of its simple display of devotion.

    Coming to Istanbul from a country where the opinions of Islam are often negative and grossly misinformed, I must admit that I was wary at first. All I had ever heard of Islam was negativity, stereotyping and violence. What I found is Istanbul was nothing like what I expected.

    I found people who were deeply devoted to their faith and deeply rooted in traditions that are centuries old. I found a younger generation, who struggled against the constraints of those old traditions to be their own modern selves. But most of all, I found a new perspective and a deep-rooted respect for the traditions and the spiritual principles rooted within the Islamic faith.

    Istanbul opened my eyes to a world I had never known and had, admittedly misjudged. My heart was opened and my perception was changed. The calls to prayer markedly became reminders for me of how blessed I was to be in Istanbul and privileged I was to be able to have the experiences I was having while I was there.

    via Istanbul Adventures VI: Call to Prayer | Daily Sundial.

  • Visitors, villagers connect in rural home stays

    Visitors, villagers connect in rural home stays

    By Jodi Hilton

    |  Globe correspondent

    JODI HILTON FOR THE BOSTON GLOBE

    YUVACALI, Turkey – Wearing an embroidered lavender headscarf popular with Kurdish women, Pero Salva, 45, rolled out a thin, round circle of dough before moving it to a crackling hearth where it quickly bubbled and toasted. Visitors watched attentively before making their own attempts. Jenni Meaney, 55, a multimedia producer from Melbourne, Australia, and an experienced bread maker, struggled to learn the special rolling technique in which the tortilla-thin bread dough is rolled and simultaneously flipped over a thin, wooden stick. Both women laughed at Meaney’s attempt, which, though clumsy, produced a tasty result.

    In the hardscrabble village of Yuvacali in southeast Turkey, a hundred families eke out a living on barely a dollar a day raising livestock and vegetables. Most are Kurds, the country’s largest and poorest ethnic minority. Like much of the region, the people here have suffered through years of ethnic violence, poverty, and drought.

    Since 2009, the Salvas and another family, under the umbrella of Nomad Tours Turkey, have been hosting guests from Europe, Australia, and the United States in their mud-brick home.

    Nomad Tours Turkey is the brainchild of Alison Tanik, 45, an Englishwoman who lived and worked in Istanbul for 15 years before marrying and moving here to her husband’s ancestral village. Early on, she decided she wanted to start a charity project to help improve the lot of struggling shepherds and farmers. So, she said, she conducted a door-to-door survey, in which she discovered some startling statistics, including a 50 percent illiteracy rate and a 20 percent infant mortality rate.

    Tanik also learned that the Kurdish children, who didn’t learn Turkish at home, were struggling in Turkish-only classrooms, which led to learning problems and a high dropout rate. Thinking to build a preschool, Tanik raised $33,000. Her project failed, however, when government officials refused her permit request. “They wanted to know why is this woman interfering, and why is she living in this village in the first place,’’ she said.

    A second project, in which village women produced and sold hand-knit ponchos to an exclusive Istanbul children’s boutique, was “better than nothing, but it didn’t change anyone’s life,’’ Tanik said.

    Then, out of the blue, a call came from an Australian travel agency. Intrepid Travel was looking for a local family to host groups in the nearby city of Sanliurfa. Thinking on her feet, Tanik said, “Well, we’re not exactly in the city center, but we’re just 60 kilometers outside . . . would you be interested in staying in a small village?’’

    Intrepid specializes in responsible and sustainable tourism, said group leader Mark Walgermoet, who was guiding four travelers overland from Amman, Jordan, through Syria to Istanbul. “We offer out-of-the-box trips’’ and look for opportunities to support projects that benefit the wider community, he said.

    Jared Cohen, a Boston University law student from Cambridge, visited Yuvacali in 2010 as he was traveling through Turkey with Intrepid. “I was able to make a really sustained personal connection with villagers in a very remote part of the country and see a culture that it would have been impossible to find and learn about on my own,’’ he said of the experience.

    “For me, it was an experience difficult to find and impossible to forget,’’ said Cohen. He said that he got a glimpse into a world unlike any he would have if he just had stuck to the main cities and tourist attractions.

    The village of Yuvacali now hosts up to 160 guests a month. Donations help fund social projects, which include equipping a kindergarten (which the government eventually built on its own), running a dental hygiene program for children, and planting fruit trees.

    Nomad Tours Turkey also offers off-the-beaten-path tours to visit nomadic families, Kurdish-majority cities, and a religious shrine in northern Iraq. In nearby Mardin, an architectural gem of a city, Tanik is in the process of organizing additional home stays.

    She plans on keeping the operation small to prevent the village from being overrun by tourists or having its character changed. Guests are asked to dress modestly and observe some basic rules. Pants are considered inappropriate for women, so long, flowery skirts are provided. Headscarves are worn by local women but optional for guests. Additionally, guests are discouraged from giving money or candy to children so they don’t learn to beg, a problem in some Turkish villages.

    During the day, Tanik guides a tour of the village’s settlement mound, a tall hill erupting from the grassy plain. Artifacts from the mound prove continuous habitation for thousands of years. In springtime when wildflowers grace the undulating landscape, nomadic shepherds pitch their tents on the far side of the mound, a 10-minute stroll from the Salva home. Visitors can see the local schools and kindergarten, learn how farmers thresh wheat, and in the late afternoon, escort the village shepherds when the cows come home.

    For the Salvas, home stays have enabled them to send one of their sons to a private school where he is preparing to become a lawyer, “which would be undreamt of before,’’ said Tanik.

    At dinnertime Salva placed dishes of locally produced cheese, chicken, rice, eggplant, and roasted peppers, fresh parsley and mint on a tablecloth laid on the carpeted floor. There was also homemade ayran, a salty yogurt drink. After dinner, sugary tea was served in tulip-shaped glasses.

    In the evening, the Salvas rolled out wool-filled mattresses onto the carpeted floor. Comforters were stuffed with wool from the local sheep. Meaney, who visited in March, said she slept like a baby and the bedding was “incredibly warm.’’ During summer months, guests sleep on the roof, under the stars, protected by mosquito nets.

    After a homemade breakfast of Salva’s still-warm flatbread, sheep’s milk cheese, olives, cucumbers, honey, and tea, her husband, Halil, helped clear the guests’ plates.

    “Our meals were bountiful and lovingly prepared,’’ said Meaney. “But for me, the best thing was being able to stay with a family. The family was so welcoming and inclusive.’’

    If you go…

    Nomad Tours Turkey

    011-90-533-747-1850

    www.nomadtoursturkey.com

    The cost of the home stay (full-board) is about $40 per person, per day.

    Jodi Hilton can be reached at [email protected].

  • Ditching the guidebook to explore the green and pleasant lands around Istanbul

    By Mike Anstead

    Forget the blood red flag, Turkey has green and blue flowing through her veins. It’s there, deep in the history of this ancient country.

    In 6th century Constantinople, Istanbul’s working class – the ‘greens’ – duelled with the ‘blues’ from the upper echelons of society on Hippodrome Square. Now paved and watched over by the Theodosius’ looming Obelisk, it was once home to wild chariot racing between the city’s political parties.

    But this isn’t the green-and-blue combination I am in search of on my trip to Istanbul. My intention is to seek out more of Turkey’s natural habitat; to discover what this huge country – three times the size of the UK – had to offer away from the bustling cities and lazy beaches.

     Abant LakeGreen attractions: Beautiful retreats like Abant Lake lie just a couple of hours from bustling Istanbul

    My local guide assures me a quite different Turkey is out there, lying just beyond the edge of the urban sprawl, a part of Turkey that barely registers in the guidebooks.

    But first up I get to enjoy a heady 24 hours in Istanbul – that wild old city that no one can hope to devour in just one day.

    Short of time and fuelled by the fire of the previous evening’s raki – the native grape and aniseed short that scorches the throat – I whizz around the majestic Sultanahmet Mosque (more widely known as the Blue Mosque) and the monstrous Hagia Sophia cathedral – both of which now attract more visitors who pay rather than pray.

    As a self-confessed foodie, I am dazzled by the array of native dishes on offer and the smells that weave their way round every street corner to tempt me into hidden cafes and restaurants bustling with locals.

    A trip around the spice market proves to be a soothing alternative to the manic Grand Bazaar, one of the oldest and largest undercover markets in the world and a riot of colour, ambling visitors and bargains galore.

    Here, surrounded by mounds of vivid powdered spices, I collect my pistachios and halva (a sweet tahini based dessert) to take home after feasting on juicy kebabs and fresh fish.

    But while the fast-paced city is certainly packed with enough rich culture to keep me entertained, it is the surrounding countryside that I have my eye on for this visit.

    I make for the Bosphorus Bridge and exchange soaring mosques for suburban sprawl and then, eventually, leave the city behind altogether, exchanging it for rolling green hills as I head deeper into the Eastern Marmara region.

    Spices for sale at marketExotic: The spice market made a fascinating stop-off while in the big city

    Just two hours away from the former capital of the Roman Empire, serene Lake Sapanca’s welcoming 40km shoreline tempts picnicing travellers and boutique spa hotels make for a beautiful overnight stay.

    And just west from where the Sakayra river meets the Black Sea is Acarlar Longozu, a 16km stretch of water once dominated by ash trees and now billed as the world’s second-largest underwater forest.

    Although only a small portion of this channel of water can be seen, visitors can stroll along the 750m walkway that flanks one side or hire a pedalo to take a close look at the wildlife that thrives just under the surface.

    While I am not so sure I want to see one of the many snakes that can apparently be spotted gliding through the water, turtles, frogs and multiple colourful birds all keep me on the lookout during our lazy afternoon sail.

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    Perhaps a better-known watery stop-off, is the pristine Lake Abant, which sits 1,328m above sea level and has a positively alpine feel to it. If the locals are to be believed, Prince Charles and Camilla have holidayed here, looking for a little peace and quiet.

    I can certainly see why they would. Surrounded by pine trees in the steep hills that border the water’s edge, this is a perfect spot to while away a day when the sun is out. Horse riding is an option, although a leisurely picnic and gentle walk seem to fit with the backdrop of the calm waters.

    Just half-an-hour further on lies the quaint town of Mudurnu, where the ruins of a Byzantine castle teeter above the houses and bakeries and cafes jostle to sell thick-as-mud coffee along with toothache-inducing sweets.

    I am staying at the Keyvanlar Konagi hotel, a 160-year old, three-story home which opened its doors to guests for the first time a decade ago.

    The interior of the building has the air of a wooden cabin, with meals served downstairs in the snug dining area adorned with attractive hand-stitched embroidery.

    I take my shoes off to head upstairs and find comfy hideaways for rooms, even if the floor-to-ceiling wooden panels leave me wondering where on earth the promised private bathroom is.

    A traditional house in MudurnuMudurnu magic: The traditional buildings in this town have a more alpine feel than Turkish

    Thankfully, what I initially presumed to be a cupboard turns out to be a shower-sink-toilet combo squeezed into an area not much larger than a phone box. Size doesn’t matter when it’s this cute.

    A delicious meal of kaşık sapı (a mix of cheese, yogurt, walnuts and spices) and tavuk güveç (chicken casserole), finishes off my day and ensures I’ll fall into a deep sleep, somewhat helped along by the raki which once again is served up with a flourish.

    Despite an early rise the following morning due to the call from the nearby mosque (4.20am, to be precise) I manage to drag myself to the recently-restored Yildrim Beyazith Hamam, it is time to see what a real Turkish bath is like.

    Vaulted marble ceilings soar above my head as I make my way, with a sense of trepidation, through the steam.

    Fortunately, it’s a completely relaxed business. There are several different areas where I can sit and let the dense fog – complete with mineral goodness –work its magic. Essentially, it’s like being inside a mild sauna; a place where you can relax with family or friends, and give your skin a serious boost.

    After a while I am so confident with this Turkish bath malarkey that I sign up for a scrub and rub down by the professionals and am find myself being pulled and pummelled to within an inch of my life. But something must work as I leave behind all my travel-induced aches and pains as I exit the building, along with a little of my dignity.

    Outside the baths I suck in a lungful of fresh mountain air. It’s hard to believe I’m just three hours from the bustling heart of Istanbul, the slick city seems an almost distant memory.

    Perhaps this is the way to do city breaks from now on? A touch of thrilling urban adventure followed by a luxurious couple of days drifting around its periphery, taking in more natural delights. It’s certainly my ideal combination.

    Travel Facts

    Turkish Airlines’ return fares including tax (based on November departures) from London Heathrow to Istanbul start from £172. Book online at www.thy.com.

    For more information on accommodation at the Keyvanlar Masion, Mudurnu, call +90 (0)374 421 3750 or visit www.keyvanlarkonagi.net

    For more information on Turkey call 020 7839 7778 or visit www.gototurkey.co.uk

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  • Hagia Sophia in Istanbul may become mosque

    Hagia Sophia in Istanbul may become mosque

    Azerbaijan, Baku, Oct.31 / Trend A. Tagiyeva /

    Hagia Sophia in Istanbul, which was earlier a Patriarchal Orthodox Cathedral and later a mosque, and now a museum, may once again become an active mosque, the Sabah newspaper reports.

    Repairs are underway. A mimbar – a platform for the imam — is planned to be built in the museum.

    Earlier, Turkish Deputy Prime Minister Bulent Arinc said during a visit to the museum that fundamental changes should be made in Hagia Sophia.

    Hagia Sophia was built in Constantinople, now Istanbul, in 537. After Mehmet II conquered the city in 1453, the church turned into a mosque.

    via Hagia Sophia in Istanbul may become mosque – Trend.