As the news of Russian Ambassador Andrey Karlov’s assassination hit news sites and social feeds around the world it played out like a film, so close to a spy thriller that if shown in a theatre the critics would rate it cliche.
The opening scene takes places in the parliamentary heart of Turkey, the capital Ankara, at the opening of a photography exhibition. But not just any exhibition, titled ‘Russia through Turks eyes’, it was opened by the Russian ambassador to Turkey and was a symbol Russia and Turkey’s strengthening ties after a decade of hostility.
The first picture we see is of the Ambassador, a caricature of a diplomat that would fit into a Frank Miller graphic novel. He is giving a press conference in drab tones, heavy eyelids behind his glasses.
To his left, in soft focus we see a young man who a first glance would dismiss as a member of security. Someone we have become accustomed to seeing floating around distinguished persons in distinguished places.
But then he delivers the fatal blow, shooting the ambassador several times in the back. Karlov falls to the floor, flat on his back, arms splayed out. His glasses thrown to the back of the room reveal the force of the impact.

The gunman after shooting the Russian ambassador. Credit Burhan Ozbilici/Associated Press
Now the man in the background comes into clear focus, he cuts a svelte figure, clean shaven, in a black suit, holding his weapon low you can tell he knows how to use it. Closely resembling a Turkish Roger Moore, his name is Mevlut Mert Altintas and he has since been identified as the an off duty police officer from Aydin.
He stares fiercely ahead at the certain death that awaits him, but also the immortality in which he will be preserved, forever to be judged by history for his performance as a murderer, martyr, villain, hero… a son, a brother… a man that died for a cause.
Behind him we see the photographs of Russia adorning the white walls, the only color in the monochrome gallery scene.
The final picture in the series is the most arresting, Mevlut Mert Altintas is facing the camera, gun in one hand with the other pointing skyward to the God he invokes as he shouts jihadist slogans at his terrified audience.

The gunman after shooting the Russian ambassador. Credit Burhan Ozbilici/Associated Press
The ‘terrorists’ we usually encounter in the media are wearing traditional clothes, their face covered in facial hair or wrapped in cloth for anonymity, AK 47s strapped across their body, standing in concrete bunkers or against barren mountain ranges in undisclosed locations in the Middle East.
Here we see his full face in high resolution and he is unlike the tropes the media feed us. His mouth and forehead contorted with a deathly fury and focus. He proclaims his allegiance to Mohammed and his people, Never forget Aleppo, Never forget Syria and then leaves us with a final eerie curse:
You will never feel safe until they are safe.
I spent hours staring at this picture, staring at his face, absorbing every feature. His eyes ablaze with glory and righteousness also betrayed an anguish and fatigue that we see in all the children of civil wars. At 22 he carries with him a trauma that has been brewing in the middle east for decades.
Most news about the Middle Eastern conflict collects in a corner of my mind, a pile of images and videos of bombings, lives lost, marching refugees, crying children, desert plains and hazy military drone footage.
In the cloudy politics that shadow these events, it’s difficult to wrap your head around their brevity in the unfolding plot before us. But this story in its emulation of a spy thriller felt realer and the danger palpable to someone like me in a bubble thousands of miles away.
The same day of the assassination another attack occurred Berlin, and a week prior in Istanbul a bombing at a soccer stadium killing 38 people. Both just the latest in a long line of attacks that are getting closer and closer to major city centers.
The path of terror used to pluck towns out of obscurity, places that even Lonely Planet would not go, but now I can say that I’ve been to all the places the latest series of attacks have occurred and often within a stone’s throw of where the attack took places.
Shit is getting real.
In this real life war movie we are not the hero or the villain, most of us are the unsuspecting extras wandering around waiting to become collateral damage in explosions that could have been choreographed by Michael Bay.
Our response has been to fight fire with fire believing in our military’s ability to deal out justice. But the fighting continues and a strengthening populist movement is fortifying around the powerful institutions all over the globe. Our safety is at stake, and in order to maintain safety we must sacrifice our freedoms.
The stage is not set for the sequel of how the world plunges forward into a dystopian totalitarian future.
While I may never be the man holding the gun, or the man splayed across the floor I will still play some role. Will I be an extra or get a speaking role in this hyper real movie we all live inside.