That old Turkish network
I told G she needs to infiltrate this Turkish network and find out how it works around here. We were sitting at La Vita or as we have fondly begun to call it – Levitra – and learning new Turkish words – so far I know how to say Hello, My name is __, and I want to make love to you NOW, and Please. Fatma and Moosey feel that these are all the words I need in my vocabulary for a trip to Istanbul.
I ended up going home because I was tired and G called to tell me that M was upset with me because he misunderstood something or rather R had said something to him that made him think there was a misunderstanding. So this morning I got up and called M and when he told me he was at CC’s – I said I’m coming over to talk to you.
When I got there I could tell he was taken aback but once I told him I wanted to clear the air I think he took it well. I like M and I’m glad to have this Turkish clan in our midsts. But it’s odd – they are so clannish, while most Americans are all about independence not dependence. M says they work harder because they’re immigrants and we Americans take for granted what we have here. I think they are culturally very different – we work hard here too, but we also like fences, and separate housing for our family members.