There were still two things missing in our home in Mersin. One was The Turk but he was arriving on Pazar (Sunday). The other was our cargo and I was starting to think that it was never going to arrive. The belief that it is available has been hanging in the air since the first week of October but between then and now we have had public holidays, a mountain load of paperwork and numerous other issues with customs so when my brother in law called me to come downstairs with my passport early on Monday morning, well, frankly I thought it was going to be another wasted day before I would return home angry and empty handed.
Arriving at the Free Trade Zone (Mersin Harbour) to collect the cargo my brother in law was advised that I was unable to enter the area (presumably because I do not have a penis) so I waited outside the gate in a small metal cage a-la Berlin Wall pre-1989 while my brother in law disappeared behind the fence (the promised land?) to collect the cargo on my behalf. The hot Turkish sun beat down on my brow . . . wait really? Yes really! I sat in this cell for two hours in the sun (the security guards did thoughtfully bring me a chair) waiting for my brother in law to return but when he did it was with a huge smile on his face. We had our cargo! The back of his truck was filled with boxes and suddenly my dehydration dissipated – we had our cargo!
The hard part was over – or so I thought.
I stared at the boxes on Monday afternoon but perhaps exhaustion (and heat stroke) got the better of me and I just could not face the daunting task of unpacking. I would get it done on Tuesday.
Tuesday came a little too quickly and I felt my nemesis better known as procrastination tapping on my shoulder. *Sigh*
Wednesday. I opened the boxes – I know I am running out of time and The Turk will be here soon. I have got to put everything away today! My sister in law Songul offered to come and help me but I chased her out the door. No, this is my job and I will get it done today!
I do not want to talk about Thursday.
Today is Friday and Songul just could not take any more! She and her sisters arrived and within an hour all 26 boxes were unpacked to the sounds of laughter and chatter. It seems all I needed to get this done was a little motivation and a little help from my friends. Eğer bayanlar teşekkür ederim (thank you ladies).
My kitchen cupboards are full. Daughter has her clothes and games. Hurley has his bed and Kedi is playing in the boxes. So now the only thing missing is The Turk.
Bring on Sunday!!!