Turka Bella by Jonathan Feldman

Compelling Military Love Story

A week after watching the events of September 11, 2001 claim thousands of innocent lives, Jonathan Feldman, a 23-year-old Jewish-American from Chicago’s affluent Gold Coast neighborhood, decides to join the U.S. Army.

With no prior interest in the military, but feeling lost a year out of college, Jonathan feels compelled to be a part of something bigger than himself. Like many young soldiers at the time, he enlists with ambitions of saving the world from Muslim extremism and visions of hunting down the evil perpetrators of 9/11.

Those dreams are shattered when he is transferred to a remote base in Germany that is soon to be closing down and left forgotten by the American government. But what happens when Jonathan’s brother and friends visit for Oktoberfest that changes his one-dimensional existence forever.

It is at that time, when Jonathan is perfectly unprepared, destiny brings Ela, a beautiful Turkish Muslim businesswoman from Istanbul into his life.

Love blossoms…

SKU: B01D5KJ82C Category: Multicultural & Interracial

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Jonathan also looked back at the world of September 10, 2001 and hoped Turka Bella could help recover the innocence lost from that time. He believed that if he shared his story of love between a Jewish-American soldier and a Turkish-Muslim woman, it might encourage others to share their stories and eventually lead to the realization that for the most part, we are all the same.

What inspired you to write your book?

I wanted to share my story to try to make difference in the world. To show others that different backgrounds are not important. Love can strike from anywhere at anytime.

Here is a short sample from the book:

Chicago, 2015.
When do you fall in love?
Does the clock start ticking from the moment you first lay eyes on someone? The instant your eyes meet? Is it when you speak to each other for the first time? Or the telltale kiss? Some people know each other for years before sparks ignite. Some people never manage to put their finger on it—the exact when and how and why. I am one of the lucky ones.
The DVD slipped effortlessly from its case. I always used the end of my sleeve to polish the metallic face of the disc, its blurred shine testament to years of use. I loaded it into the player and settled back onto the couch with my remote in hand.
I skipped through the menu’s chapters, knowing the order of events down to the minute. Once the screen filled with the mammoth Rathaus-Glockenspiel, I pressed pause. I allowed the memories to flit around my mind, as if a funnel of wind had stirred up a neatly-stacked pile of photographs, the kind taken by an old-school instant camera.
The snapshot of Munich’s beloved tourist attraction: a massive building housing 32 life-sized figures and 43 bells, the place where the dance Schäfflertanz happens every seven years as it supposedly first did in 1517. The memory of three bright-eyed Americans laughing into a camcorder while fighting a hangover. The panorama of vibrantly-dressed tourists under an unusually brilliant sky. And her.
I pressed play.