Hitchhiking across Turkey in a wedding dress to symbolize peace and the marriage of cultures, Italian flower-child performance artist, vegetarian and environmentalist Pippa Bacca, 33 (old enough to know better?), was a lamb to the slaughter. It only takes one Murat Karatas:
[He] had led a troubled life. He had done jail time for theft and a fatal accident while driving his truck. While still married, he had moved in with another woman, into an apartment in a grim concrete-slab building in a run-down district of Gebze.
When the police caught up with him, tracking [her cell] phone's signal, Karatas quickly confessed. After picking up Bacca at the truck stop, he told them, he drove her to a remote part of the reserve. He sexually assaulted her. He strangled her when she tried to resist. She was dead, he said, within an hour of encountering him.
The wedding dress that had been torn from Bacca's body during the assault was recovered. Police refused to say whether it was found at the scene or among her killer's effects.This could have, and probably would have, happened anywhere. These two are archetypes that have a way of finding each other: Pollyanna and the troll. Denial of evil, and evil. It's a sad story, but it's also a Darwin Award. And perhaps a fable for our time.