ABSTRACT
I got a clue of the coming of the Balkan troubles while visiting my father in Yanina, through a Turkish officer called Sabit Bey, who himself died in the Balkan war. He was one of those simple big dark Turks, with the innate sense of justice and goodness of his race. He was a very close friend of my father and very anti-Unionist at the time, on account of the drastic measures of the Unionists in putting down an insurrection in Albania. He hated tyranny, and during his visit to Albania he was shocked by the severity of the Unionist régime in Albania. Macedonia and Albania were the fields where the seeds of war were sown, not only by the external policies of the powers but also by the contradictory national desires of the inhabitants.
