So there was Mr Ayak...at the hotel, in the premises which accommodate his business venture, without Mehmet, his partner.
It would seem that Mehmet will not be released by the jandarma until Friday. Now this makes me a little curious...concerned even. If he is not connected in any way with the PKK...if he is just an innocent traveller from Diyarbakir...then why would they keep him for so long? I asked Mr Ayak this question and his answer was simply "I really don't know"....and the tone of his voice tells me that he is exasperated and utterly fed up.
The hotel is not yet open and Mr Ayak has no accommodation. Mehmet had previously agreed to sort out renting a house to be used for all personnel, which of course would have happened if he had arrived on Monday. In the meantime, Mr Ayak, with no money, and the entire hotel including his premises having to be locked up for the night for security reasons, slept outside.
When I spoke to him on the phone yesterday, he said that he hadn't much choice. Either he borrowed petrol money to come back home last night and wait until Friday for Mehmet, or he went ahead and rented a house. He had found something suitable and needed 150 lira. This can't of course be the cost of a month's rent because you'd never be able to find anything to rent so cheaply, but obviously he had managed to do a deal with the landlord...presumably this was a deposit.
Mr Ayak's cousin lives nearby, but Mr A's pride won't let him tell his cousin that he has no money and nowhere to stay. Of course if his cousin knew he would accommodate him until things are sorted out. If this was a similar situation in England I would probably intervene...phone the cousin and tell him. But I know how proud the Turks are. For some reason they won't even let their families know if they are in dire straits...they'd rather put on a brave face and pretend everything is wonderful. It's so frustrating..simply because they are more than willing to help each other when the going gets tough.
I had two friends visiting yesterday. Well one friend from England who has a house in Selçuk. She is on the verge of retirement and comes over several times a year and hopes to move permanently as soon as she gives up work. She brought another friend with her. We had a pleasant few hours out in the gazebo and I made mercimek soup for lunch and one of my banana cakes. As it was market day in Milas they decided they'd like to have a look around before setting off back to Selçuk, so we caught the dolmuş into Milas mid-afternoon. I showed them where the market was and said my goodbyes.
I then withdrew 150 lira off my credit card..which is showing distinct signs of wear and tear now...and set off to the post office to send it to Mr Ayak. Weighing everything up, I decided it was better to pay so that he could remain there and have a roof over his head. I'm also a little concerned now about whether Mehmet will eventually turn up....so there is little point in Mr A coming home and waiting for him until Friday. And the thought of my husband having to sleep outside upsets me. It isn't the first time he has had to do this. There have been times in the past when he's travelled away from home to find work, that he's had to sleep outside, to save money. He would never tell me about it until later. He won't ask me for money unless he is absolutely desperate, and he knows that my credit card is our only means of obtaining money at the moment, and that the debt is increasing at a rapid rate.
I just stopped dead in my tracks yesterday. I reminded myself that life is so short and we have to accept the bad times because they make us stronger and appreciate it when the good times finally arrive.
BUT... If I'm totally honest I am getting a little fed up with waiting for those good times to arrive...I wish they'd hurry up and get here!