Last day. Packing, obviously. And always seem to end up with too much food. Which leaves me presenting the woman across the hallway with a bag containing two onions and a potato. We have very nearly no language in common. Not sure she has even understood that we are leaving tomorrow, and if she hasn’t the potato and onion must have seemed like an extremely odd gift. As in these foreigners have strange customs. Or do you suppose she’s suffering from dementia.
So repair to Google translate and Turkish keyboard. Brief explanation and wishes for a good summer. As usual feed it into reverse translation to be sure. Looks fine. Copy out the Turkish on a scrap of paper and hand it over. Light dawns. Communication achieved.
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