The second week started very actively by new activities in the kindergarten. On Monday I went there and was introduced to the kids aged 1,5 – 5. They are really small I could say, and I didn't have experience on working with big groups of little children. I really tired that day as I never was before: kids take a lot of energy. The second day was much better than the first, because I already new groups and I started to teach English for the children, and the methods are very different from the secondary school where I have good experience. Inspite of all difficulties those kids are wonderful and beautiful.
Now I can say that I used to these little kids, who have so great energy. I sometimes even think why when people grow up and become alder they are so mercantile, they never do things just to see the person's smile, or just for nothing. Everything people do is for something, for their better future and etc. And why people actually do have that artificial smile, or they smile so ironically and without any sensitivity? This is the harsh and brutal world, which makes people so rude sometimes. I'm going too deep, you, probably, won't need this philosophy and I stop it.
These are my thoughts when I see beautiful children and their parents, I do comparison, but never talk to them – old people, because they otherwise start to ask me a lot of questions... and saying directly to me that I'm yabancı (Turk.: foreigner), and explaining that to their little kids. I don't like this word – yabancı in Turkish language, it sounds like I'm an alien, or stranger, or even outsider. I feel like this when they call me. And many of them get confused when I'm talking in Turkish, or some of them even prefer misunderstanding.
There are always positive sides in our lives and I'm trying to see them as well, and people know me as a positive person, but never see my insides. I express it usually when I write.
Of course there are positive persons I have met here as well and we understand each other perfectly good, and they respect me and my people, which is good enough. They invite me to their homes and we get together, talk a lot about everything: politics, culture, languages, countries.
Finally, I have Internet connection at my home and I can write and talk to my brothers and parents. I already miss them. I also came back to my trainings, which is running. And its not common for locals here, they just stare at me when I'm running, and its the same thing when I'm riding a bicycle.
I start doing wood paintings at Millet Hanı. I've made a frame for the photograph and a house, which is not finished yet and I don't know what is it for :) but we will see.
One great person, jeweller Rauf made a special present – he made a ring for me with my name inside and a letter “N” on it. He explained me the system of karats of gold and karats of diamonds. I will write about it in my digital book.
For the first time I tried the best coffee with pistachios in Gaziantep and ate first ice-cream this year which is so popular in Mersin (Turkey).
This is all news for now.
P.S. Photographs were taken by phone.
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Now I can say that I used to these little kids, who have so great energy. I sometimes even think why when people grow up and become alder they are so mercantile, they never do things just to see the person's smile, or just for nothing. Everything people do is for something, for their better future and etc. And why people actually do have that artificial smile, or they smile so ironically and without any sensitivity? This is the harsh and brutal world, which makes people so rude sometimes. I'm going too deep, you, probably, won't need this philosophy and I stop it.
These are my thoughts when I see beautiful children and their parents, I do comparison, but never talk to them – old people, because they otherwise start to ask me a lot of questions... and saying directly to me that I'm yabancı (Turk.: foreigner), and explaining that to their little kids. I don't like this word – yabancı in Turkish language, it sounds like I'm an alien, or stranger, or even outsider. I feel like this when they call me. And many of them get confused when I'm talking in Turkish, or some of them even prefer misunderstanding.
There are always positive sides in our lives and I'm trying to see them as well, and people know me as a positive person, but never see my insides. I express it usually when I write.
Of course there are positive persons I have met here as well and we understand each other perfectly good, and they respect me and my people, which is good enough. They invite me to their homes and we get together, talk a lot about everything: politics, culture, languages, countries.
Finally, I have Internet connection at my home and I can write and talk to my brothers and parents. I already miss them. I also came back to my trainings, which is running. And its not common for locals here, they just stare at me when I'm running, and its the same thing when I'm riding a bicycle.
I start doing wood paintings at Millet Hanı. I've made a frame for the photograph and a house, which is not finished yet and I don't know what is it for :) but we will see.
One great person, jeweller Rauf made a special present – he made a ring for me with my name inside and a letter “N” on it. He explained me the system of karats of gold and karats of diamonds. I will write about it in my digital book.
For the first time I tried the best coffee with pistachios in Gaziantep and ate first ice-cream this year which is so popular in Mersin (Turkey).
This is all news for now.
P.S. Photographs were taken by phone.
Stay tuned
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