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The wonders around Aleppo

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al2, originally uploaded by natalieben.

This isn’t usually a photo blog, but having stirred up memories of Syria I thought I’d share a few more pics, since there’s not a lot else around about the wonderful area.

The photo on the left here is the Roman tomb, standing out in the middle of apparently nowhere, of Aemilius Reginus (the inscription is still clearly legible). The pillars stand beside a simple cave entered by steps.

I’ve only found one web reference to the name, here, in, I think, Arabic. (WHOOPS: update, just realised that this is Hebrew!) Found through this Google search. Anyone know what it says?

The picture beside it is one of the wonderful Christian pyramid tombs at al-Bara. My diary notes that this one was about 10m square, and contained a very solid undamaged sarcophagus. My textual guide, Warwick Ball (Syria: A Historical and Architectural Guide, the best book that I found) says these are 4th to 6th century AD. I’ve never seen anything like them anywhere else in the world. Has anyone?

A little more on Al-Bara.

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Notes from Queens of Jerusalem: The Women Who Dared to Rule

p. 4 On 15 July 1099, after gruelling years of war and marching across Europe and Anatolia, the crusaders took Jerusalem. The result of this success was that, for nearly 200 years, |Western European occupited Outremer. They created Christian states there, built fortresses that still dominate the landscae today, and for 88 years, held Jerusalem itself as a Christian capital. The deeds of men in Outremer in this period are a hyperactive field of study, yet the study of the deeds of the women is comparatively dormant. Women plated a key role in both the crusades themselves and the governance of the Kingdom of Jerusalem. When armies mached east from Europe, women marched with them. Men who could afford to often hrought their families and poorer women also travelled with the army. These women prepared meals, washed clothes, nursed the wounded, collected firewood and were the lovers of the soldiers. On rare occasions they even sallied onto the battlefield either to bring water to the men or to fight themselves. In the established territories of Outremer noblewomen organised the logistics of sieges and negotiated with the enemy and the women of the lower classes toiled with the men to undermine fortifications. They endured unimaginable hardships, died alongside the men and also fell victim to rape, imprisonment and slavery. Thousands of European women found themselves traded in the slave markets of Aleppo and Damascus during the 12th century. When the male rulers of Outremer overplayed their hands and found themselves rotting in enemy dungeons, they were ransomed by their wives.”

p. 52 Given Alice’s position as the mother of the heir of Antioch and the possessor of such important lands, she was too valuable a commodity to be allowed to remain single. According to the laws of the land, she should have been given a choice between three suitors but she would have nad no say in who those options were and would have been forced to marry one of them very quickly..If she was to reject Jerusalem’s suzerainty, then all of a sudden she was the highest status noble in the Principality. With her father and his armies far away in Jerusalem, the chance was Alice’s to seize Antioch and claim control of her own life. Thus, in an act of open rebellion against Jerusalem and her father’s authority, she assumed the regency of Antioch and proclaimed herself in control of the city. While it was not particularly shocking for rulers of one area to reject the suzerainty of another, it was shocking indeed for a daughter to reject the authority of her father, as this challenged the partriarchal fabric of society and transgressed established gender roles and the Christian doctrine of deference to parents”

p. 111 It is unclear how long Melisende’s renovations of the Holy Sepulchre and the surrounding area of the city took, but testimony of the Muslim geographer Muhammed al-Idrisi in 1154 demonstrates that the Holy Sepulchre’s bell tower at least was finished by this point.. This indicates that the bulk of the construction was carried out during the period of Melisende’s primact in the Kingdom of Jerusalem. Given her other demonstrated interest in ecclestiastical patronage, it is certain that she plated a large part in arranging and commissioning this renovation, in cooperation with the Patriarch of Jerusalem.. Eminen t crusades historian Hans Eberhard Mayer has suggested further that Melisende’s support of the renovation went further than a display of her personal piety and patronage, but rather was a bid to consolidate her political position by winning the support of the church as her son grew older. The importance of this would be demonstrated in the coming years. A storm was brewing that would fracture the relationship between mother and son.

Melisend had a strained relationship with her eldest son. She favoured her second child Amalhric, who remained her staunch supporter all of his life. Melisende much have always regarded Baldwin III with unease. Given the laws of succession, he was always going to be the one to supplant her, and she much have lived with the fear that he too might try to exclude her from rule, just as Fulk had tried to. .. he was an annoited co-ruler, and queenship was less secure than kingship.”

p. 154 “For all the reams writen about Eleanor of (Aqutaine) she is also one of the most mysterious women of the medival period. Even before her death, she was written into the narrative of medieval romance… The talk of her infidelity proved fertile fodder for the rumour mill, and soon stories were circulating in literature and by word of mouth that, beyond having an affair with her uncle, Eleanor had attempted to elope with Saladdin himself, and that she had been reclaimed by her husband with one foot on a Saracen ship, preparing to sail off into the sunset. It is worth noting that at the time of Eleanor’s journey to the Holy Land, Saladin was not yet 12 years old.”

p. 217 “A compromise was brokered whereby the barons made Sibylla an offer … the trone of the Kingdom of Jerusalem on the condition that she consented to divorce Guy. Sibylla countered this with the conditions that her daughters remained leitimate, that Guy kept his lands as a nobleman of the Kingdom, and that she be allowed to choose her next husband from among the nobility of the region. This was duly agreed, the consensus being that no one else could be as incompetent a king as Guy, and preparations began for Sigylla’s coronation. … perhaps the most dramatically charged episode in the history of the Queens of Jerusalem. T… once the sacred oil had touched Sibylla and the crown had been settled on her brow, she was invincible in her court and had absolute authority… the first time a woman would be crowned in her own right without a husband alongside her. Melisende had been crowned for her blood right, but jointly with two men, her husband and son. Other queens had been crowned as consorts with their husbands, but here Sibylla was setting a precedent with an unmarried female monarch with the power to choose her own consort. Her first deed as monarch was an act of daring brilliance …Sibylla stood. She ‘invoked the Grace of the Holy Spirit’… She declared ‘I, Sibylla, choose for myself as King and as my husband Guy of Lusignan, the man who has been my husband… Sibylla had been very crafty indeed.. she had artfully constructed a loophole and at her coronation darted through it triumphantly.”

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Living through not-the-end of the Roman Empire

The “end of the Roman empire”: it is a popular topic, with some big questions around if: why? How? when? They’ve been some excellent, illuminated books written on it – I reviewed one of them recently – but what tends to disappear in these accounts is the real lived experience of the people of the period. They can’t have been, in their own minds, living through the end of empire – they were living their lives, dealing with the local upsets, expecting the empire which in human timeframes had gone on “forever”, to continue. It’s to attempt to get at something of that lived reality that Giusto Traina has written 428AD: An Ordinary Year At The End of the Roman Empire.

He had to find some way to choose the year, of course, and he selected this one because it marked the end of the Kingdom of Armenia, which just happens to be the author’s special subject. That’s a good start, because it gives him a entirely different perspective to authors traditionally fixated on Constantinope, Rome or Ravenna (the new western capital). Indeed, the perspective here is as broad as could be, for he follows an ancient rhetoric tradition, taking the reader on a journey around the empire, a rough circuit of the Med and beyond, extending even into the Sassanian empire, which that year seized the previously independent Armenia, and along the Silk Road.

He also tries not to look forward, to view the trajectory of everything as heading towards fragmentation and collapse, which of course it wasn’t: something seemed at the time to be coming back together quite nicely after the disaster of the sack of Rome in 410. And although the sources seldom allow us to get down to fine detail, he notes that for most people, these events were irrelevant to their time:

“…the life of a typical community as governed by liturgical and civil calendars and, of course, the ubiquitous seasonal rhythms of the rural economy. For many intellectuals of the time, the calculation of time seemed an inappropriate concern, whose elimination was prompted by the anxiety of the times…the man who was buried in Apamea of Syria in a Christian sepulchre dated to the early fifth century must have requested the ancient pagan motto that appears on its threshold… “Are you rushing? – I am. And where are you rushing? – To this place.”

One man who had no choice but to rush in 428 was Flavius Dionysius, with whom we start our journey. He is starting out from Antioch, HQ of the Roman army in the east, leading an important and complex diplomatic mission to meet a Persian delegation. But he’s suffering facial paralysis. (Traina suggests this might have been stress-related, since he had a difficult task, for a military man – to accept a fait accompli – the loss of independence of Armenia to Persian rule – it had been an important buffer between the two eastern giants.) As Traina explains we only know about his mission because of this, for it is recorded in the life of Simeon Stylites – the famous pole-sitting monk (the stump of his final pole still survives outside Aleppo). The modern author has had to put together the details, for no other western source records the mission, and none pay attention to the fall of Armenia, which Traina suggests reflects embarrassment that a Christian land had been abandoned to its fate.

Flavius is handy for Traina, for no sooner was he back from this tough job than he had another delegate task, to escort the Syrian cleric Nestorius from his monastery to Constantinople, a journey that also allows the author to explore the tensions and developments of the church of the time. Simeon was an outstanding, in more ways than one (his column, from which he never descended, was 9 metres high when Flavius visited – it eventually went to 16), but he represented an extreme of religious ascetism that, Traina says, helped to cement the identity of Syria, which had been an uncertain border province, while shocking the more established regions.

That brings our journey to the heart of the eastern empire, Constantinople, and Traina visits the royal palace, where interestingly, two women were at the heart of politics. One was Pulcheria, the sister of Emperor Theodosius II, and his spiritual guide. The other was his empress, Eudocia, who was from a family of pagan intellectuals and only converted upon marriage, and had a reputation as a protector of heretics. (They had a parallel in the Western empire, the 40-year-old Aelia Galla Placidia, mother of the child emperor, a woman of uncommon political experience, who had briefly been empress in the West, was exiled to Constantinople, taken hostage after the sack of Rome and taken by the Visigoths back to Gaul, where she ended up marrying King Ataulf, who was shortly after murdered, when she returned to Ravenna.)
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History

Our origins

Two fascinating stories today about human origins.

First, a reason why we might like oysters: a diet of shellfish may have been what kept the first Homo sapiens sapiens going:

The people who lived in high caves at Pinnacle Point, overlooking the Indian Ocean near Mossel Bay[South Africa], harvested and cooked mussels, used red pigment from ground rocks as a form of make-up and made tiny, bladed tools. Experts say they are very likely to be the ancestors of Homo sapiens, the anatomically modern human species which migrated across the world…. and could have used this ability to migrate north by gradually foraging further along the coast, possibly continuing outward migration from Africa with the help of beachcombing.

Then, what is now officially the oldest wall art in the world – 9,000BC, at Djade al-Mughara, north of Aleppo – has been uncovered – and it looks remarkably like the work of Paul Klee. (A reminder that our brains are exactly the same – genetically at least – as the people who painted this – and indeed as the shellfish-hunters.)

(Now that brings up reminders of Aleppo, one of my favourite cities in the world – in part for the wonderful archaeology around it – as I’ve blogged before.)

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Sunday donkey bloggging

Since I’ve finally got my scanner working again after the move (and I hope the printer, although I haven’t been game to try that yet), and having just stumbled across more Aleppo pictures (an earlier set was posted here and here), I thought I’d share some of my pics from the wonderful bazaar in the city. (And that adjective is being applied by a person who hates “normal” shopping.)

But shopping in London is never like this ….



It was in a shop like the last that I bought one of my favourite pieces of jewelry, a necklace containing an Australian 50 cent coin of the Queen’s silver jubilee (1977). There’s nothing special about the coin in Australia – you might easily get it in change some time, but in Aleppo it must have seemed something special, and was set in a very fancy silver setting, with a heavy chain. I had to bargain very hard indeed to get it down to a price I was prepared to pay.

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Friday’s feline foto

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feline, originally uploaded by natalieben.

When I stumbled across a collection of photos from the Syrian leg of my Middle East trip, gosh, nearly six years ago now, although it seems less, I found this perfect feline to follow the Friday cat blogging tradition. I don’t remember the name of the ancient site, but know that it was one of the many neo-Hittite cities outside Aleppo.

((AN UPDATE: having dug out my diary the name of the city is Ain Dara and it is not neo-Hittite but Aramaean (1,300BC to 740BC). Goes to show you shouldn’t rely on memory.))

If you are into archaeology, Aleppo is a place that you have to go. The concentration of ancient sites around the city must be among the greatest, if not the greatest anywhere, and the state of preservation of many of them is astounding. (And Aleppo itself is brilliant: it smells of coffee and cinnamon, and the covered market really does take you back in time.)

Our guide (from the wonderful colonial-era and hardly changed – although I don’t believe there are bed-bugs now – Baron Hotel), would just wave a weary hand as another obvious tel (remains of ancient city) loomed now on the left, now on the right: “oh it is just another neo-Hittite city”. (c. 1,300BC to 700BC).

This lovely lion was on one of the few that has been (in part) excavated, and shows you what wonders must still be under the ground.

A short introduction to the Hittites.