Monday, 12 March 2012
Teachers and Rain
For the past 4 or 5 days extensive work has been going on in the village. The electricity company are doing something to the cables and the water company are repairing damaged pipes. This work is likely to take some weeks yet and it means powercuts and watercuts. The Muhtar for once has given this some serious thought and instead of the village being subjected to a lack of water and electricity every day for around 8 hours, he has arranged for the cuts to be on alternate days. So one day we have water and no electricity, the following day vice versa. Both electricity and water companies seem agreeable with this arrangement.
However, nothing at all can be done when it's raining, so today we have both electricity and water. I really don't mind if the rain continues for a few more days!
Armed with my umbrella I set off for Milas this morning as I had run out of food for the dogs. The rain wasn't so heavy but the dark clouds in the distance indicated that there was likely to be a lot more to come. On my way to the village bus stop I was accompanied by half a dozen children on their way to school. The usual conversation consists of them saying in turn "Hello, what is your name?" to which I reply and ask them the same question. They already know my name. I already know most of theirs, but at this stage in their education, this appears to be the only bit of English they know. Sometimes I attempt a few more words, but it tends to reduce them to fits of giggles.
All the children are in the same class at the first school, and this morning they all carried posies of flowers. At first I thought it must be Teachers Day, but as I recall this takes place in November. I asked them who the flowers were for and they replied that they were for their teacher as it was her birthday today. What a sweet gesture and what a lucky teacher.
And finally I'll just throw in another compliment to the dolmuş drivers. The driver of the bus on my return from Milas told me that Mr A had mentioned that I was unsure of the times of buses to and from Milas and I always seemed to be either too early or too late. The driver had run off a copy of the timetable which hangs in the bus office, and he handed to me.
Home again and it's still raining...yay!
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