Every Turkish kid knows by heart when Ataturk was born (1881), his mother and father's name (Zubeyde, Ali Riza) and the great things he did for establishing Turkey. The day he died was a very sad day this country and the place he is resting is very special for many. On top of its emotional existence, Anitkabir (called the mausoleum) also has an amazingly impressive architectural design. It is on top of a small hill but as the surrounding area was kept empty after its construction, from a long distance walk, the only thing you see is this building below. High columns, beautiful stone and Anitkabir's roof touching the sky makes you (or at least, me) feel that you are at the presence of highness.
John, Lula and I visited Anitkabir this past weekend while Adele was having her morning nap. Lula is really fun nowadays. When we are just with her, it is as if we have reached a level of normalcy, and are spending time with a kid who needs supervision but not constant control. She is a character and cracks us up with her jokes or simply her (fresh) point of view.
She is also quite interested in taking photos. She has long been playing with my flip camera and taking videos but they are usually just random foot scenes or dark bits. However, with the camera she really has nice composition and also a unique angle given her height. These two photos are completely by her to the amusement of nearby people; the 3 year old taking her parents' photo. The serious soldier even gave her a surprised smile.