Obama

On 5th of April, Obama came to Ankara. It was his first visit to a country abroad and he chose to come to Turkey. Everybody thought it was a great jesture and we believed that "he's got our backs" now. He touched everbody's shoulder while shaking their hands and all... We were excited.
On 5th of April, I was driving back home. As I got closer to my house, I realized people lined up by the roads waiting for something, so did the police cars. They didn't let me wander around, they sent me home. 5 mins later, Obama's convoy drove by my house, just 200 meters away from my balcony. I saw all those shiny black cars, jeeps, motorbikes... and again, cars, jeeps, motorbikes... Too many vehicles and one limousine! That was the closest I could get to a USA president. I found myself waving my arms with joy and at the meantime thinking to myself what the hell I was doing! What was I so happy for? I wouldn't wave to my own president... Am I a victim of Obama's "Change" talks or good looks? Or was it simply my cultural stereotype that seeing an important person in your dreams such as a saint or a president is the omen of good luck or great success? At the end, I've seen him in person, haven't I? Or in "convoy"... still better than a dream, eh?
I hope I still like him after one or two years... After all, he was so damn "too" well-prepared for this trip that he seemed he practiced his every single move for a million times. So it scares me that he might lose his line someday...