Category Archives: Visits from the Karagöz puppets

Voodoo or nazar boncuğu?


Karagöz is jumping up and down with his usual amount of vim and vigor, so much so that even the weight of his wax-papery self is getting to my shoulder. He’s all hot and bothered – which in his world … Continue reading

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Of peştemal, patlican and the perfect Turkish junk food (with home-style recipe)


After saying goodbye to Z. after my first-ever great morning at cement beach, M. and I walked up the hill, now expert at pre-stretching our legs in order to elude shin splints.  Upon entering the house, Kalinka was upon us, … Continue reading

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Finally, a kindred spirit amidst the swim parade


Although the moon shone with sprightly sparkles on the sea, I did not wake up and worry about the next day. My invisible burqini was bringing me some well-needed peace. After throwing my burqini street theatre idea under the proverbial … Continue reading

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