Saturday, 11 February 2012
This week's events
It was a great opportunity to fling open all the windows to dry out the house, and to finally be able to put washing out on the line.
Mr A arrived home yesterday morning. This wasn't planned of course, as he was due to work in Istanbul until April. However, on Wednesday he was laid off along with a couple of other men. The reason: the extreme weather in Istanbul seems to have prevented people from getting out and about, hence they had no customers. Mr A being last in was obviously first out. They did at least pay him for the time he had been there...something that doesn't always happen, so we are grateful for that.
He spent Wednesday evening and all day Thursday looking for another job, but found nothing, so he packed his suitcase and caught a flight back home yesterday morning.
I had mixed feelings about him coming home. Part of me was pleased to see him, but I was also feeling disappointed at how this happens so often, and that we have spent so much money recently on new clothes for him, and the cost of transport to Istanbul twice, and to Denizli for a previous job opportunity that didn't materialise.
The cold weather in Istanbul has taken it's toll on Mr A. He spent most of his working days outside the carpet shop trying to find customers. He has returned with rather a nasty chest infection and is dosing himself with quite a lot of medication prescibed by a doctor in Istanbul.
There is yet another job lined up, in Kusadasi, to start around 1st March, or possibly sooner. He will just have to sit and wait for the call.
Because I have been somewhat confined to the house this week due to the weather, I was unaware of things going on around me. Mr A spent some time talking to one of our neighbours yesterday and we discovered that the old man in the house just below us had died this week.
I have mentioned him and his wife before. He was not very bright, and almost deaf. His wife has learning disabilities. They lived in appalling conditions in the only room of the house that wasn't falling down. It is an abdolute hovel, with no washing facilities or toilet. They had a makeshift toilet in the garden which consisted of a pile of stones built in a semi-circle to provide protection.
The woman is very fond of cats and would feed all the strays, certainly better than she fed her or her husband. Most people in the village have done what they can to help, including Mr A and I. I have given food and clothes, and Mr A helped them to build their outside "toilet" a bit higher and provided wood to make a "roof". He also built them a new gate, and occasionally went down there to make bonfires to burn their rubbish. Mr A has also constantly expressed his concern about their plight to the Muhtar (village head), and he has done what he can. But most of the time this couple resisted any help that was offered.
It's sad when someone dies, and I'm sure this woman is suffering the loss of her husband. However, you may think I'm harsh in saying I'm glad it has happened. This man was always ill. He died peacefully in his sleep. The woman has now agreed to go and live with her brother on the other side of the village.
They are both now in a better place....thank goodness.