Sunday, March 16, 2008

actually about turkey

Now I'm writing - with inspiration because I've FINALLY made a couple Turkish friends! Honestly, before I was embarrassed to write anything about Turkey. I felt so "i SUCK!" everytime I went out and couldn't talk with the other playground Moms, just smiling and nodding and holding up fingers to show the number of months Cort is...with no car we haven't explored much...
But today I found the nicest lady, with a two year old who played with Sloane- and she speaks a little English. We chatted and I asked to exchange phone numbers right away- Yay! a friend for me! The kids have plenty but this new world of 'independence' i mentioned earlier has left me feeling like the stereotypical stuck-at-home-suburban housewife. Gone are the joys of our widespread homeschooling community where playdates for the kids mean tea, talk and cheetos for the Moms. sigh.
And I was so eager to have some Turkish girlfriends...and then so discouraged after every walk around the neighborhood and trip to the market with my pathetic lack of Turkish.
Turkey is so Turkish! That's the perfect way to describe it...which tells you nothing...i know. I haven't been to one spot where I might forget for a minute and think that I'm in the States. The streets have no lanes- people just edge in wherever they can and honk like they're in Chicago...but in a friendly way.
The sidewalks are all broken and busted...when there are sidewalks...the workmanship seems shoddy. Houses are few and far between compared with all the tall brightly colored apartment buildings- there are flags, carpets and bedspreads hung out from all the balconies and open windows on sunny days. The bright colors contrast over the muted brown which is the smog and hills all around. On our walks on the no-man's-land side of the street (off into the hills) there are a few ramshackle old homes...they look like they were pieced together with bits of rubble from construction sites; these are totally fascinating to me because I wonder who lives here? Who has built these houses- how do they get water? I think the city has urged everyone into these apartment buildings because it's easier to keep everything maintained that way and I wonder if these people are holding out...not taking the subsides offered? They have small chicken coops and clearly they are feeding the stray dogs and cats who hang around happily nearby. The oddest thing is that one of the shacks has a satellite dish?! They get TV in there?!!!
I smile at the old women hanging out their laundry as we walk past and consider bringing them some banana bread or something- trying to make friends. Would that look like a hand-out? How would that be received? Shall I offer them a job if they could teach me to cook dinner one night a week? Right now it's all ideas in my head because I don't have any pans for baking banana bread in (our shipment is sure to show up here the day before Billie's birthday party).
So, that's a little about Turkey. Still no camera (that was an old shot from the pictures folder on the laptop- from Meg's wedding) so you'll have to see the pictures in your head.

3 comments:

Pat said...

Why did I think you already had your main shipment? And maybe the car will turn up with it? I know I was stunned when my shipment finally turned up and there was that little blue Ford hanging off the end of the moving van. Fingers crossed. And I'm so glad you're off and running. Now that you have a toehold, all the rest will happen...and I can't wait to hear the details. Love!

Clan Mac Mama said...

Oh, ang, I'm so glad! I know what you mean when you feel that floating around in a friendless abyss feeling. I've been so blessed lately, having finally made my own new "california" friends and I'm so happy that you are finding turkish ones! Although I'd give my left arm in a skinny minute to share cheetos and tea with my best pal. I miss you!!!!!! Turkey sounds interesting and fascinating and cool and all the wonderful things you hoped it would be. I can't wait to see pics and talk on the phone about all that and more!
Love,
Tiff

Marjorie said...

who lives in those ramshackle houses with the chickens? The homeschoolers, duh, building the home was probably a living lesson for the kids.
Miss you, too. I should buy some cheetos, I think I only had them at your place. What I really miss is listening to OPP with kids playing around.