Following on from a previous post about murder and mayhem which you can read HERE I'm gradually accumulating more snippets about the activities here.
It seems to be all about the women. The men of course are mostly too busy getting drunk, or languishing in the teahouses. But occasionally something happens which gets them out of their chairs.
I've known for a while that there are prostitutes in the village because Mr A told me. Occasionally when driving up the lanes to our house, he would point out one of the ladies of the night and I'd be quite surprised because I'd never have guessed. I don't know what I expect them to look like. They are hardly going to be tottering up these uneven lanes in mini-skirts and stilettos are they? I should try to stop myself thinking of stereotypes.
Mr A is a bit of a prude really and although he hasn't exactly led a sheltered life, he is easily shocked and disgusted by things. It makes me smile when he tells me something that he considers to be shocking and I don't bat an eyelid.
When I first moved here and started getting the dolmus into town, the ladies of the village would chat to me on the bus, asking me the usual questions about where I came from, what was my name, how long I'd been married, how many children, etc. One lady in particular who lives in the centre of the village was very nice. She realised my Turkish wasn't very good and always spoke very slowly so that I could grasp what she was saying. I'm afraid I don't remember her name, which is bad of me, because she always remembers mine. Every time I see her she says Merhaba Linda, and usually sits next to me on the bus. I'll call her Melek for the purposes of this post (although the meaning of the name.... "angel" is probably slightly inappropriate.
Anyway, I like her.
One evening, a couple of weeks ago, Mr A was at the teahouse as usual chatting with his friends and playing Okey and cards. Melek went into the shop next to the teahouse and one of the men called out something to her. Mr A wouldn't tell me what he said, but he was at that point informed by one of his friends that Melek was one of the village prostitutes. She retaliated by asking the man where his wife was, and what she was up to, insinuating that she was following a similar occupation to hers.
The man rose from his chair and threw a glass at her, which fortunately missed. There was much shouting and waving of arms and Melek stormed off saying that she would fetch her "boyfriend" to sort him out. The man also left the teahouse. Melek returned with three men. The man returned with about a dozen men. A fight broke out. Even men in the teahouse who had nothing to do with the incident got caught up in the fighting, including Mr A. Bloody Turkish men...how they love a good fight. I guess it relieves the boredom.
The jandarma were called and they were all carted off to Milas (including Mr A). The incident was explained and all but those directly involved in the incident were released.
I don't know if anyone was charged, but Mr A has informed me that I should have nothing to do with Melek and should ignore her if she speaks to me, as she is a troublemaker. I suggested that perhaps the man who called something out to her was the troublemaker. I also told him that no-one tells me who I should or should not talk to. I make those decisions for myself. I don't just stop talking to someone who has caused me no harm, and has been nothing but kind to me since I came to live here. Her occupation is none of my business and it doesn't make her a bad person....far from it.