A missing drunk man named Beyhan Mutlu in Turkey accidentally joined his own search party and looked for himself for hours before he realised he was the one they were searching for. After a night of drinking, Mutlu wandered into the woods and was reported missing by his friends.
A search operation was launched, and Mutlu, unaware of the situation, decided to join the rescue team, thinking they were looking for someone else. For hours, the group combed through the area, until suddenly, the search party called out his name, and he answered: "I'm here.”
The school textbooks tell you the settlers crossed the Atlantic for religious freedom.
Some of them did, partly. What the textbooks leave out is the thing that sits in the actual letters, in the sailors' accounts, in the merchant pamphlets circulating in English ports from the 1580s onwards: a major reason people came to America was the wild game. Meat you could take. Meat nobody owned. Meat that walked into camp.
For a population legally separated from the animal for five hundred years, this was the whole pitch.
Consider what they were leaving.
A family in a Devon cottage in 1618 eats pottage. Oats, barley, an onion, whatever greens grew near the back door. No meat in it this week. No meat in it last week. There will be meat in it on Christmas Day, God willing, if the chicken is still alive by then. The deer in the forest at the end of the lane have been the king's property under the Forest Laws since 1066. Taking one is a hanging offence. The father has never taken one. His father never took one. The institutional...
