During my time in Türkiye, I had a friend from a town on the outskirts of the Rhodopes. He was tall, and built like a warrior. As a true specimen, he attracted the attention of girls of both civilized ancestry and otherwise. Completely shaken by this fact, the local Anatolians began to call him German, due to his stature and warrior-like build. This, too, reflects the idealization of a foreign race, rooted in the myths and ideals of Nietzsche, which bears little relation to the lazy and weak contemporary equivalents of the Germans. The Anatolian, which laughably labels himself as a Turk, yearns for what he does know have. It may be the white man, or a Mongolian barbarian on his horse to ready to cause trouble to the civilized world.