Friday, 30 July 2010
It's normal here...no-one bats an eyelid. Nor do they if the driver makes a detour several kilometres off his route to drop someone off at another village, because they are either elderly, infirm, or just have a lot of shopping, or bags of fertiliser.
Imagine waiting at the bus station in the hot sun, where the only shade to be found is outside a cafe with tables and chairs. The owner calls you over to sit at a table to take shelter. He doesn't expect you to buy anything...in fact he brings out water for you to drink, and wouldn't dream of charging you.
Imagine going into a shop for something specific, to find that they don't have it. Instead of you looking elsewhere, the shopkeeper says take a seat, brings you tea, and he goes off to another shop to find what you want.
Imagine going to check your box at the post office, to find it empty. You start to walk away, but one of the men from the sorting office comes out, asks you to take a seat and drink tea, while he checks through all the sacks that have just arrived, to see if there's anything for you.
All these things happened yesterday morning. I could go on about how the Turks go out of their way to be of help...the list is endless. I have never known another race who are so genuinely kind, willing and unselfish.
Imagine any of this happening in your country...or maybe it does...tell me about it.