Sunday, 7 February 2010
Our house or not?
Before he left Fethiye, his father phoned him...having taken 48 hours to respond to Mr Ayak's message. I know I keep saying it...but it's all about control...it doesn't surprise me that he would make his son sweat over this.
It would now seem that he is not selling our house...and that we can continue to live here. He didn't actually deny having told Mr Ayak's aunt that he was selling...and I know her well...she doesn't lie.
He's never going to make it easy for us. I just know that there will be other times like this, when he will attempt to make us grovel and thank him. And now he informs his son that the property tax is due and we have to pay it...now.
I wasn't aware of this tax before, but it appears that property taxes are paid each year on the tax values of land and buildings at rates varying from 0.1% to 0.6%.
I did know that in the case of the sale of property, a 1.5% levy is paid on the sales value by both the buyer and the seller...but I thought that was it. Oh well...you learn something new every day.
He knows Mr Ayak is out of work, he knows we don't have money and are struggling at the moment, but he is insisting that Mr A travels the long distance to Ankara tomorrow and hands over the money so that he (F-I-L) can go and pay it at the Government offices. Talk about making it as difficult as possible for us.
I said that surely if we are going to now be liable for all expenditure on this house, on-going renovation and repairs as well as taxes, then the deeds should be in our name. Mr Ayak will suggest this to his father...but I won't hold my breath that he'll agree.
Just a quick update on my back. Over the last day or so I've seen an improvement. I don't think there is any serious damage, and my sister-in-law did say it would take weeks to get back to normal, so I'm not going to rush off to the hospital just yet...which is more expense...but will be patient and wait a little longer. Mr Ayak is going to give me a massage today...he's very good...as are most of the Turks. It's almost a cultural thing...something they learn from an early age. I know this must be progress because a few days ago I wouldn't have let anyone touch my back.
And to end on a brighter note...I had two parcels this week from two friends in the UK. One containing Bisto granules and custard, and the other containing Cadburys chocolate. Wonderful!
So today it will be gravy with dinner, custard with pudding, followed by chocolate and a massage. It doesn't take a great deal to make me happy!