When J and I first settled here in Turkey, our good friend Emine taught me two valuable life-lessons. The first came when she observed me ‘go into one’ when faced with the Byzantine bureaucracy and my very first, totally disinterested bureaucrat – ‘Alan,’ she said, ‘you must have acceptation!’ The second occurred when I gave my instructions to a workman and then walked away naively assuming that he would get on with the work as directed. ‘Alan,’ came the admonishment, ‘ you must have kontrolation!’
These two aids to sanity and survival in Turkey have served J and me well over the years – we are, after all, only slightly abnormal and still hanging in here and having a whale of a time!
Anyway, back to the here and now . . those of you who have been following this irregular narrative of late will know that J and I are doing a bit of California Dreaming and having a cabin hideaway built in the mountains somewhere.
Knowing the way things work here and knowing that random questions arise at random times in line with the ‘Chaos Theory’ – or was it ‘String Theory’? lordy, it’s so hard to remember, we decided we needed to be around.
So, Saturday saw us up at 5 o’clock and back on site by nine, and it was a hive of activity. Timber being treated and steel framework sprayed – we dived backwards and forwards shopping for more nuts, bolts, screws and paint.
Lunchtime saw the whole crew driving over the mountains to the home of our demirci/blacksmith for a meal with his family and a surprise (for J and me) in the village of Akçaköy. Now, Akçaköy is an amazing place – on the outside it looks poor, poverty-stricken even. Photogenic in its dilapidation, it was the home of Fakir Baykurt. Born into poverty, Baykurt went on to graduate from the amazing Village Institutes and become one of the great authors and social agitators in modern Turkey. (if you don’t know about this wonderful exercise in social engineering then do, please, click on the last link) The village boasts a library and a population that reads, nine out of every ten students from this village graduate from university and all because of Fakir Baykurt.
at some point I will do a post about the village and Fakir Baykurt
But I digress – apart from the wonderful meal that we all enjoyed, there was a surprise in store for J and me. Knowing how we love and treasure old things a deal was waiting to be struck between our blacksmith who wants to please his beautiful wife and his wife who hates the 60+ year old doors in their home and us who simply adored them from the moment we first saw them. A deal was done – wife gets the doors she desires and we get the doors of our dreams for our new cabin home.
at some point this will be the external door
and this and its mate the internal doors
Back on site, tea on, we await delivery of the roofing . .
the most important bit of kit on site
roofing delivered and paid for
Sunday was amazing! Apart from the usual ongoing work, our neighbour and all-round decent guy Ramazan turned up and set about organising our midday meal. (three) Chickens in a tin, baked spuds and onions, pickles and honey for afters! Look at these pics . .
40 minutes later (and you thought your new NEFF was the bee’s knees)
the guys with the scoff
luncheon is served
When the day’s work was done, we were invited back to the home of Irfen, our blacksmith cum project manager. What a delight to eat with the family in their kitchen before retiring to the salon where all manner of social issues were discussed. There is no doubt about the extent to which ‘village folk’ have a handle on world affairs. Our hosts were desperately disappointed that we declined to spend the night – we old farts needs our pills, toothpaste and clean underwear – another time, with a bit of planning!
Irfen’s sister (nurse), Irfen, his wife Ayşe and children, J, Mum, Dad
Thursday saw the internal metalwork completed and the carpenters moving ahead with cladding. Lunchtime we planned to take the crew to the beach pide/pizza place, When we got there we found that a young man working for the forestry had provided a meal for everyone who came to celebrate his wife’s survival as a pedestrian from an horrific road accident – he even paid for the drinks!! What an amazing place this country is. Tomorrow the car will be serviced and Thursday is MOT day – we also need to fit in a lot of mundane stuff before heading back down the ‘Rabbit Hole’. Ain’t it great!
Alan Fenn, Okçular Köyü