Something very odd happened yesterday.
I'll start at the beginning. Some weeks ago I won a copy of a book about Ataturk. This was a giveaway from a blog called Captivating Capadoccia run by an American man, who lives in Capadoccia with his family. I follow his blog and we are also friends on Facebook.
I gave him my postbox address in Milas and was asked if I would like the book in English or Turkish. I opted for English even though this meant I would have to wait a little longer for it to be sent to me.
On Thursday morning I had a phone call from a friend in Fethiye. Well she is more of an acquaintance really. She is a journalist and we've never actually met, but last year she interviewed me on line for an article about expats which appeared in Hurriyet Daily News. She kindly sent me some custard as a thankyou for giving the interview! So of course she had my real name and also my address.
She was phoning to ask me if I was expecting a book in the post. The only book I could think of was the one about Ataturk..but how did she know?
She had just received a call from one of the cargo offices in Fethiye...the one that she had used to send me custard last year. They had a book parcel in their office with my name on it, and someone remembered the name and that she had posted a parcel from there to me last year.
Clearly, my book has been sent to Fethiye by mistake instead of Milas. What an incredible coincidental chain of events.
She is going to ask the cargo office if they will release the parcel to her and has kindly offered to send it on to me. It's a book that she wouldn't mind reading so if the cargo office let her have it, I'm happy for her to read it first before forwarding it to me...as a thankyou for taking the trouble.
This is an enormous country, with many different cargo companies...thousands of them in towns all over Turkey. But what are the chances of something like this happening?
I'm tempted to say....only in Turkey!