I was very tired on Friday evening and was hoping for an early night. It's impossible in these temperatures to sleep without the bedroom window open, so I am quite used to village noises at night...dogs barking, cows, chickens, sheep, etc. These sounds don't bother me at all...I also hardly notice the call from the mosque these days. I think most of us get used to the sounds within our own environment. I remember once in England, living fairly close to a railway line. At first the noise of the trains kept me awake, but after a while you just get used to it.
My neighbour, Şevke, had family visiting. They were pretty noisy until around 10.30pm, but then they left and I settled down to go to sleep. About 10 minutes later I heard shouting from the hill behind our house...just one man's voice, and he sounded drunk. The street light closest to our house which illuminates our garden has been out of order for months...(another ongoing battle with the Muhtar to get things fixed) so it was impossible to see who was making all this noise...not that I particularly wanted to go outside and investigate. I sent the dogs out into the garden...they barked at the man and he stopped shouting. Five minutes later he started again....and this carried on for a further half an hour or so.
Mr A phoned during this time to say goodnight and he could actually hear the man even though I was on the phone in the bedroom. Although I didn't feel unduly worried...my dogs always make me feel safe...Mr A said that he would come home. It was late and he was very tired so I was concerned about him making the journey back on the motorbike. So he decided to ring the Jandarma and the Muhtar to report the man.
A little later two Jandarma officers and the Muhtar arrived at my gate,by which time the man had disappeared, but they reassured me that they would search the area and find out who it was. In spite of my protests, Mr A did in fact come home. On his way he saw the Jandarma with the Muhtar and they had found the man concerned. It was rather sad really. He used to live in a house behind ours..it's no longer there. All that remains are the foundations and a few bricks. His parents spent their lives in that house. They died in that house. Sometimes the man gets drunk and he goes up to the ruins of the house and sits there with his memories. He apologised to Mr A and asked him to ask my forgiveness...not necessary of course...no harm done. He says he won't do it again, but I'm not concerned if he does. At least I know the reason and I wouldn't be alarmed in the future.
So not much sleep on Friday. Last night there was a wedding in the village...these are very noisy affairs...so no sleep last night either. Maybe tonight will be third time lucky!
At 7.30 this morning a tractor and trailer arrived to collect the rubbish...I literally jumped for joy....hmmm I really need to get out more!