This is the second month of my stay in Turkey. I'm getting to know the culture and people better. I cannot say that I didn't know about them much, but still all my short-term visits to Turkey couldn’t show me people deeply. It is great for me that I can learn something here, for example, language. People here are the same as everywhere in the world, but with their typical habits, the way of speaking and living. I'm a foreigner here, I'm a stranger... They can call me Uzbek or Kyrgyz – for them there are no differences between Crimean Tatar or Kyrgyz, or Kazan Tatar, they just say that I'm from Tatarstan. Most of people do not know where Crimea is, even after that terrible occupation occurred there. Still some of them know Crimean Tatars because Crimean Khanate was under the Ottoman Empire one century.
It is really hard to find books in English here in Gaziantep, they have books on English learning only, or manuals for kids to study it. But today I found one wonderful bookstore. There is one (!) shelf of books in English: some of them about Islam, some – novels or poems, even detectives. Most of people want to study English but they do nothing for that, they just ask me to teach them English but do not come to my conversation classes. It's ok. It is their problems, and I'm not going to read lectures on how important to learn other languages. And it is not about foreign language learning, most of people do not read books here, classic literature in their own mother tongue, that is why some NGOs hold activities here on importance to read books. I have never noticed here in the public transport as someone reads a newspaper or a book.
Last week I was ill, I got poisoned – this is the diagnosis of a doctor at the state hospital. I was waiting for the doctor for 40 minutes and after he came and examined me, just asking questions and touching my stomach, asking if it does not hurt me. Then he left and I was waiting for more than an hour if they took any decision on what “to do with me” and a nurse came to me, put a dropper tube. After that it was done, and sure I felt myself much better but only for a night. Next day I felt worse and was staying home two more days. Still I'm afraid to eat something fat or unknown for me, but I drink a lot of milk, which alarms me about calcium deficiency.
The hospital was very crowded and many people expect of doctors to put dropper tubes in order to feel better but it works only for several hours. In this case I'm not sure how my insurance will work if I go to the private hospital with any other kind of diseases. Time will show, but hopefully I will not get sick again.
That's all for now.
Stay tuned.
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