Thailand to Turkey | Bilateral Relationship

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Surakiart nodded calmly as he listened to his counterpart. A moment of contemplation crossed his mind before responding. “Revolutionary romanticism is a sentiment to be walked with balance, comrade. The goal is to liberate the working class from capitalist oppression, not merely to cling to a constructed identity of patriotism. Thailand shares a strategic partnership with Spain, a thread we traverse carefully. Of course, if the material condition in the country reaches its historically required threshold, our confederation will have no issue supporting the worker-led movement.” He paused, sipping his ever-freezing cup of Turkish tea.

“If you insist, I have a few questions. First, what is this government’s relationship with the Confederation of Turkish Trade Unions, the same organization that led the proletarian revolution? Second, what is the relationship between your President and that of this cabinet?”

Jay​

 

[Jay]

Eda tilted her head slightly as Surakiart finished, She reached for the ornate samovar beside them, steam curling from its spout as she poured a glass of tea for him first, then one for herself. The liquid shimmered in the low light.

She set the glass down in front of him gently before speaking. “You give the Confederation Unions too much credit, comrade,” she began. “Yes, they were part of the street mobilizations. Yes, their role in organizing the strikes and holding firm lines mattered in the early days. But let’s not rewrite history to suit their myth-making.”

Eda leaned back slightly, her eyes steady. “If it had been up to them, we’d still be sitting at roundtables with fascists in suits, sipping mineral water and bargaining away our demands for another decade. It was the people, those of us who made it into this building, who took decisive action when the hour struck. We broke the deadlock. We forced the shift. The unions played their role, but they didn’t lead the revolution. We did.”

She took a sip of her tea, the glass warming her fingers. “As for the President, Comrade Ayşa has always had a gift. Not for confrontation, but for building bridges. It was her patience and quiet persistence that brought the divided factions of the left, radical syndicalists, the democratic socialists, even the humanists on the center into a single, functional cabinet. I won’t pretend we’ve always agreed. Ideologically, she’s... softer than I am. More accommodating. Too willing to believe that compromise is always possible.”

Eda glanced at Surakiart with a wry smile. “But she’s also a friend. A true one. We’ve known each other since before any of this was real. And while she tries to hold the center, I’ve always been at her side to guard the edges. Where her hand hesitates, mine does not.”

She raised her glass slightly. “So, if you’re wondering who holds the line in Ankara, it’s the two of us. But only one of us ever locks the door.”

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