First crisis

Next day we moved in to our new flat in Sefakoy.After moving in, wegave money to our roommates, and they broughtus the bed.The next day we had to buy a newsheets, wardrobe and tables, because in our room there was nothing except some Turkish posters of Che Guevara and the socialists, Kadir’s guitar and kerchiefs. Of course, no communication.
When Mehmet left us, it was very difficult. Later we gotanother nice option to live with Erasmus students. It was far from the school and closer to the center for 160€, with whole lot better conditions.I wanted to see the apartment, but Kate said that since we gave them money for rent, and they bought with this bed and tomorrow they will buy some other things, it is obvious that they won’t give us money back. We had no other choice then stay here.
Well, I had my first crisis. Everyone asked me if everything was okay. For 3 days I kept telling myself that, yes ‐ it is all right, and it will be getting better. And finally I didn’t have the strength for positive thinking. Then the same caught Kate. I think everyone needs just to go through it. We are 2000 km from home, alone, totally dependent on people who we do not know, not even necessarily like them with still unpacked suitcases. I turned on my survival instincts. My face forgot what it is "make up", I have had simple pony tail every day. And the only pleasure we had were our laptops and friends who just asked how was everything going? Is it fun?
Yes, it was fun. I've never had a better time...

Thanks God that before I left, literally by accidentI bought a Polish ‐ Turkish conversations book.This was probably the bestpurchasein my life. I do not want even imagine what we would have done without them. Kate, Kadir and Hakan had a lot of fun learning each other foreign phrases.They taught us words in Turkish, we taught them words in English and Polish. Finally, every few secondswe could hear Polish
"Kocham Cie" and Turkish "Seni Seviyorum".
It was hilarious! Then the guys got so relaxed, especially Doctor, who is the "best" English speaker and he said that we are "very very sugar".
Finally, Doctor asked us whether we are „açım” ‐ hungry, so we did manti, some kind of ravioli with yogurt with water, which is given herepractically with everything. All happy,we ate from one pot. In the end it got very nice, so my positive thinking once again began to operate properly.

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