I promised I would be back in the New Year fresh and with lots more drama about surviving life in my Türk köyü (Turkish village). I was kind of hoping to start 2017 on a happy note with stories about Christmas parties and New Year’s celebrations and jolly old St. Nick coming to visit us here in Mersin but that had been hijacked by the terrorist attack in Istanbul in the early hours of the morning on 1 January 2017 so I decided to write nothing.
It is clear that I can no longer live in a cocoon ignoring what is happening in my adopted homeland. It is a hot topic of discussion between the many expats that live here and it seems that there is an exodus happening right now with even lifers packing up and leaving for greener pastures. I am a lifer. But I say that with reservations. I’ve got to. Again I won’t give an opinion because it is so deeply seeded and there are so many differing views that I will no doubt offend nobody, somebody or everybody *waves again to the Powers That Be*. I do want to say to my friends and family that I hear your concern and I understand that you are worried but for us, right now and with decisions being made as a family, Türkiye is our love and we cannot abandon her just yet.
So let’s move onto more jovial topics.
I am currently writing this post tonight to the soothing (and rather loud) hum of our very own generator. Notwithstanding my numerous threats to divorce The Turk if he did not buy me a generator and The Turk’s numerous rebuttals that threatening divorce is more likely to discourage said purchase, he finally opened his wallet, blew away the cobwebs, and made our apartment that bright, beaming light calling out to others in the darkness. Of course now when the electricity goes our home becomes the place to be with neighbours flocking for warmth, numerous glasses of çay and a place to watch the fecking futbol (which seems to be on all the fecking time!). So for those of you currently sitting in the darkness with your very own generator envy remember it can be a double edged sword.
I’ve mentioned before that January is Mersin’s wet month. It rains in January. A lot. Actually a lot doesn’t really describe how much rain has fallen here over the past few days. In fact it was 153kg worth of rain. Now I’ve got to be honest with you I am not quite sure how they worked out that scientific measurement but that’s the official word. Yep. It rained. Then it flooded. Then Noah started collecting two of each creature. And then it became abundantly clear that my new apartment (with aforementioned generator humming away happily) isn’t exactly waterproofed. Sorry I’ll rephrase that – it became abundantly fecking clear that my new apartment isn’t fecking waterproofed at ALL! Now that the rain has all but gone (fingers crossed) we have had the builder back who, of course, flat out denied that the water streaming down my wall was due to his shoddy work. Nooo! I have now named him The Moose Knuckle and I think it suits him (sidenote: I learned this marvellous expression the other day from a friend and have decided to incorporate it into my daily life). The Turk has forbidden me from calling him a Moose Knuckle to his face which isnt really a problem because I doubt I could translate it into Türk anyway. Pfftt!
Meanwhile where there’s rain there’s snow and we had a Home Alone situation in the mountains behind us over the Christmas period. One of our friends had entrusted her kedi to be cared for by us expats while she and her husband returned home for the holidays however due to a massive dumping of the white stuff all roads leading to her home were closed to traffic. Despite desperate attempts to locate anyone who was holed up in the village plus numerous rescue attempts by expats to retrieve the cold, hungry and no doubt pretty peeved kedi all proved unsuccessful. Kedi was Home Alone. Kedi was McCauley Culkin protecting his home from Joe Pesci and the other guy. But don’t fret readers McCauley was finally set free by two expats who, wearing enough equipment to climb Mt Everest, rescued and transported him to luxurious digs where he immediately took possession of the bed forcing rescuer’s husband to the couch. As it should be.
Oh and finally I want to thank Expatfocus.com for including Janeyinmersin in their Turkey recommended blog list. Yah!!!
Enough for now. I have a glass of red and a humming generator. Life doesn’t get much better than this.
Iyi akşamlar sevgilerim.
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