I promptly dashed into the first bookstore I saw on Istiklal
Caddesi and showed the clerk the brochure from the museum my mom and I had just
visited. The museum was an old house which had belonged to the Turkish author,
Tevfik Fikret. He called his home the bird’s nest, or Aşiyan in Farsi. My mom
and I listened to the audio tour, feeling so appreciative that it was available
in English. (In my day-to-day life, I’m learning that English translations are
a rare privilege.) I wondered why the museum didn’t have a bookstore. Some intellectuals
and visionaries who helped design modern Turkey were referenced in the audio
tour, but I always feel even more curious after visiting a good museum and expect
there to be a gift/book shop at the end.
On Istiklal, the bookstore employee showed me where Tevfik
Fikret’s books were, but said they weren’t available in English. I bought one
of his books anyway, and I’m counting on my mom to be able to tell me what his
poems are about.
Yesterday was a great day for shopping, in addition to
learning about literature. I connected with my inner child and bought myself a
doll dressed in traditional Ottoman clothing. My mom helped me name him
Mehmetcek, which means “Little Mehmet.” She also corrected my pronunciation
when I tried asking, “What is the price?” Apparently, I’ve been going around,
asking merchants, “What is my fate?” and everyone was too polite to say
anything.
The most surreal moment yesterday was seeing some very
somber people dressed up in traditional Native American clothing on Istiklal
Caddesi. Some women dressed head-to-toe in abayas with niqabs over their faces
were paying to have their photos taken with them. “Where are we?” my mom asked,
as if we’d just landed on another planet. I wondered the same thing.
We came home and watched Birdman
and ate kumpir, Turkish baked potatoes. It was maddeningly windy outside, so I
wondered if my whole apartment building might go flying. The weather will be
rainy this weekend, so I’m considering a mother-daughter trip to Cyprus. Until
then, we’ll try to enjoy the sun as much as possible.
Mehmetcek and his new housemates, Olaf and Toothy. They live on a suitcase in the corner with a box of Kleenex as furniture. |
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