Let's get organised! part.2

I was so cold during a night. This flat is completely not prepared for winter. Oh well… That’s Turkey…

First mission: to find an ATM,
Mission Two: eat breakfast,
Mission Three: buy tickets for Metro bus.
Missions passed!
Mission Four: go to Ataturk Airport, to register your phone
Fifth mission: find anormalcivilizedshop.
Missionsfailed...

The reason? No one who we asked how to get to the airport spoke English, they could not even explain it. And we could not figure it out by ourselves.Actually,we live very close, but how to get thereis completely different story. Communication for us was still a great unknown.
The same is with shops. There are a lot of shops, rather small shops, which are located close to our apartment, where you can buy only sweets and some chemistry.If that is how our food is going to look like, our bodies won’t be in very good shape soon. We bought a few snacks and went back home. Imagine our happiness when Doctor came with Kadir and our new pink blankets, pillows a wardrobe and a table! I haven’t felt so happy for a long time!!
Finally, after 5 days we could unpackour stuff from the suitcases. Sleep in your own, never used bed. I did not know that these details can just enjoy! Later Mehmet invited us for Raki ‐ a typical Turkish aniseed ‐ flavored alcohol. When you add water to it, it changes color from transparent to white. Pious Muslims invented this buzz thinking that in this way they will trick Allah. Looking at them from above God thinks that
they are drinking milk, not alcohol. Slyboots.
This time Mehmet’s roommate, in whose room we were staying for 3 days. They made us amazing dinner with fruits, white cheese and vegetables wrapped again in these cakes like pizza. We could not stop eating, everything was so delicious! Finally we could chill out. We did not specially like Raki. It tasted more like a medicament from childhood, but even though we went home tipsy. Of course, Mehmet and his roommate walked us home, so no stress, Mommy, we have our bodyguards!

Cultural shock!
After a month of using Turkish card in the Polish phone – they block it. Of course, such a registration must be paid. Almost only with gestures we managed to register the new Turkish mobile network. This was the first thing that we have done without help of other people. We were so proud!
Then we found a bigger grocery, (happiness was similar to that when we received our own pink blankets), but it still does not remind a Polish shop, we do not know what to eat and we do not have around any Turk who speaks English. I have no idea what we are going to eat by these 5 months. Probably we will buy a season ticket for Mehmet’s dinners, because only with him we are always full.
Next few days were very boring. Without student’s id, the transportation here is very expensive. For one ticket including round trip you pay 5 TL! We can’t wait for the orientation week, when they will describe us everything, give us student’s ids etc.
Usually we tease our Turks who is preparing the supper. It brings more talking then eating so most of the time we are going to bed „açım”.
From today's news: One of the symbols of Turkey is Nazar Bonjuk – prophet’s eye, that can be seen on the doors, the thresholds of houses, it is also the most common souvenir from Turkey. It supposed to protect from the charms, spells. Blue eyes cause terror in the local religion because Satan has blue eyes.
Another surprising thing... It is a horror to move on the streets here. No one using blinkers, everyone is just honking all the time. To cross the street you have to squeeze between the cars. Mehmet always pulled my sleeve when we did that, because I was in such shock that I was afraid to move. I said that one day somebody will kill us! He said that it is normal here and we have to get used to it. Ok, Gosia, you just have to get used to playing with everyday life on Istanbul’s streets.
Finally the supper has been eaten. Five guys eating from the same plate. I think it starts to annoy me. No one has his own plate. I understand that one can dish up a variety of food from the bowls on your plate. Here it is different. Each dish of course is in a separate bowl, but instead of having our own plates, we only have our own forks. This gives them some sense of community, fraternity, I do not want to move here aspects of hygiene, but what is most important is that when I'm eating this way I am always staying “açım”…

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