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?”

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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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Surakiart tilted his head slightly in confusion before regaining his composure. “Comrade Eda, I don’t presume to know more about your country’s recent history than you do. However, our Office of Foreign Intelligence under my Ministry monitored class struggles globally. The truth is unchangeable; the proletarian revolution in Türkiye was led by the Confederation of Trade Unions and joined by protesters nationwide. Trade unionists or not, your population majority is the working class. On that momentous day predicted by historical materialism, workers refused to go to their jobs, bureaucrats abandoned their government departments, and the lower ranks in the Turkish military laid down their arms. These are all proletarian—the real definition of the people. Your government came to power through the Turkish Worker Party, formed by the Confederation of Turkish Trade Unions. It secured a 70% landslide while the Kurdistan Workers’ Party gained 10% of the seats, with the other 5% belonging to centrist and right-wing parties. The Socialist Republic of Thailand’s fraternity aligns with the working class only, not any revolutionary state.”

He paused to emphasize. “Regardless, I’d rather wait until the evening so the President’s signature arrives and I can sign it next.”

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Eda nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful as she listened. “Comrade Surakiart,” she began evenly, “the Confederation of Trade Unions brought us to the gates, but they didn’t get us across the finish line. It was a convergence of students, civil servants, and villagers marching under red flags. And yes, of course, the unions were essential, and their sacrifices won’t be forgotten. But let’s be clear: today, in the Parliament of the Republic, their faction within the Workers’ Party accounts for some fifty members. The majority, my majority, comes from a broader base. Agricultural collectives, district organizers, tenant councils, and the municipal federations. They built this movement just as surely as any factory floor.”

She leaned forward slightly, “This isn’t a contest of who bled more. We respect the unions, we honor their role, but I won't overstate it to flatter anyone. We are here because the working class stood up in all its forms and stayed standing after the first wave passed.”

She exhaled, then softened her tone. “As for the communique, I agree. Let’s take the evening. When the President’s signature arrives, we can come back to it together tomorrow morning.”

She stood and extended her hand diplomatically, as the Thai Foreign Minister turned to leave.

As Surakiart walked down the corridor, out of earshot, Eda’s tone shifted. She turned to one of her advisors with a wry grin.

“Kemal stepping down, you say?” The aide nodded.

Eda let out a dry laugh. “That old geezer’s finally tired, is he? I was starting to think they’d have to carry him out in a box. Let's see what we have to do to keep his replacement in line.”

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