Fine story, Yeh, I once met a Turkish girl on a train, very nice. Thanks for sharing that with us.
I met a Turkish woman on a long visa who was a desk clerk at a condo complex. She was 35 and desperate to find a husband in order to stay here. I spoke to her because she had her name and “Turkey” on her name tag.It turns out she was from my “old neighborhood, Nisantas in Istanbul and I found out that our house is still there but that all the open space in the neighborhood is filled up with apartment buildings and medical buildings now. When I lived there we kids would go out into the sheep pastures that were just beyond the where last apartment building was and the street ended abruptly. We would get fed lunch in a sheepfarmer’s house that to me looked like a pile of boards and tarpaper from the outside but was nice inside with a cookfire in a fireplace on one side and hard dirt floor with rugs. In those days my sister and I could go anywhere our little legs would carry us and when we got spotted by a soldier or a taxi driver who thought we looked lost he would call the consulate and we would get a ride home in a taxi or a jeep. I don’t think an American family can just let their kids go in Istanbul nowadays.