I've been in Cappadocia last week. Actually and more exaclty, i've spent almost 72 hours in tracks, cars, minibus, baby-cyclettes, to reach Cappadocia passing trough Fethye, Antalya, and Tuz Golu, all places where we spend the night.
Of course by hichiking
of course all togheter
of course with any kind of people
but all of them:
so kind
so gentle
so food keeping and giving (they feeded us like fucking fat chickens).
Ok, turkish people are lovely. Who will want to say, in the future, that turkish people are bad will have to pass on my dead body.
Two guys offered themselves to pay us the bus from Aksaray to Izmir (almost 2000 km), of course after paid for us the dinner too (they gave us almost 100 euro and we were for them totally strangers, found in the deep night on a road).
I felt like a prostitute, i have to admit, but really we were in the windy and rainy night of Gozeme (amazing centre of Kappadokia) without any money and home neither.
The point is: most of the people who helped us in our long road trip where camion driver-not speaking english. We exchanged our phone number in case of need, in case of problems and, personally, to don't forget them, to see their names in my mobile and remembering forever that one day, when i was young, dirty, tired and in the middle of nothing, someone in the deep of Turkey helped me, just because i was needing.
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| Marcin, Juanjo, Agata and me, so beautiful in a track i don't remember where |
But i got the point: for them maybe this romanticism is un-necessary.
So now Alì, kurd track driver, is calling me every day speaking about nothing!!!
Hava coc guzel (the weather is good)
Sen nissilsin? (how are u?)
Ben coc guzel, tesekkurler (I'm fine, thanks)
And so on....
every day.
I tried to tell him some funny stories about our trip, about my wishes or activities or even thougts but, of course, my turkish is not enough and i guess he's not understanding nothing.
On top of all this he is not admitting the point that someone can speak his language not so good, so he keeps speaking as fast as he can without taking care about my complaining!!!
No communication.
And this is only one of the examples.
So why are this turkish-not speaking english -men continuing to call me?
"BECAUSE THEY WANT TO FUCK ME!!! "
(dedicated to Marcin)
AFYET OLSUN
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| Hitchhiking near Isparta looking for Konya |
