So.. waffles in Turkey.
That's where this post is going, but
before it gets there, there's a few other things to get out of the
way. Like what I've done this week.
I've explored Kızılay
a bit more, particularly the used
bookstores next to Tömer. There's
legitimately about six floors of them. It's ridiculous. I wanted to
pick up something I had read in English in Turkish, and the best
thing I could find was İmparatorluk by
Isaac Asimov.
Zero points for guessing what that is in English, sorry.
I
also met up with Ata again on Monday night for some conversation
partnering. It was an interesting and surreal experience. I asked if
he wanted to meet at a coffee shop, and when I got there he explained
that two female friends of his were at a nearby bar and he would much
prefer to go there. I had a lemonade. It wasn't as good as the other
lemonade I had on 7th
st.
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| Myself and Ebru. She wanted her picture taken with me so I figured I might as well have one. |
The
CLS group had its first film showing, and we screened Kader.
This was a fairly dark, arty film which I enjoyed but found slightly
disappointing due to it's repetitive nature. It's about a man named
Bekir who more or less falls in love with a woman named Uğur
and
leaves his wife and child so he can stalk her repeatedly. For me, the
heart of the film was definitely the scene where Bekir's brothers are
sitting with him, and one of them says that his story is way better
than Romeo and Juliet.
It's an apt comparison, in part because I think the filmmakers and
Shakespeare had a few goals in common. But, Bekir's reaction and
response to this provides such an insight into the character's
psyche. I should add that every character in this film is unlikeable.
The snacks were great. Hooray!
Today
in class we had a guest instructor, Hocam's nephew. He read his book
until our first break and then disappeared. But, he came back for
hangman. Good stuff.
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| Also I successfully found the citibank atm. |
Lastly,
the waffle. Today's title comes from my own poor speech. It
translates to “My favorite time is waffle time!” and is what I
said before leaving home to eat some waffle! The waffle itself came
from Mado, a chain, and is one of four stores selling waffles that I
passed. It was as good as it looks:
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| Rebecca is entertained by my waffle eating. |
Forgot to mention: that ice cream was made with goat's milk.
More
to come when interesting things happen!
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