Sunday morning and one more reason to regret the loss of our corner shop. The organic eggs we bought at the weekly market are visibly less fresh than the ones we used to buy from the shop owner’s chicken raising friend. Well, you can see if fruit and veg are fresh but can’t look inside an egg until you crack it. Taste fine though.
Pick up a small pizza from the shop at the corner of the supermarket. Vegetarian sounds pretty well the same in Turkish as English, which presumably means it’s a word the Turkish borrowed. The shiraz we bought yesterday turns out to be quite decent - although, regrettably, it was the last bottle. Oddly, no Turkish wine or vodka, which is a pity because Turkey makes both in inexpensive and quite drinkable brands.
Flat very comfortable and pretty quiet considering the building is full of families. Occasionally hear the very small child who lives across the hall. In the air conditioning it’s easy to forget how hot it is outside. Nice on the balcony in the early morning and after sunset though. Reading some of the posts for the holiday commemorating the Turkish intervention July 20, 1974. Fehmi was in his early twenties then. Ulus not quite seventeen. And Famagusta essentially battleground where people they knew died. And reading a post of Ulus’s brings home a factor which we should have known but had never really considered. The fighting and the fleeing took place in brutal July heat. The heat that has us waiting until evening to go for a leisurely walk.
Pick up a small pizza from the shop at the corner of the supermarket. Vegetarian sounds pretty well the same in Turkish as English, which presumably means it’s a word the Turkish borrowed. The shiraz we bought yesterday turns out to be quite decent - although, regrettably, it was the last bottle. Oddly, no Turkish wine or vodka, which is a pity because Turkey makes both in inexpensive and quite drinkable brands.
Flat very comfortable and pretty quiet considering the building is full of families. Occasionally hear the very small child who lives across the hall. In the air conditioning it’s easy to forget how hot it is outside. Nice on the balcony in the early morning and after sunset though. Reading some of the posts for the holiday commemorating the Turkish intervention July 20, 1974. Fehmi was in his early twenties then. Ulus not quite seventeen. And Famagusta essentially battleground where people they knew died. And reading a post of Ulus’s brings home a factor which we should have known but had never really considered. The fighting and the fleeing took place in brutal July heat. The heat that has us waiting until evening to go for a leisurely walk.