Horray Diaspora!

Diaspora is the easiest...

I feel like people in the year 1928 in the Republic of Turkey. Their whole life changed in one night with the Alphabet Reform; all Turkish citizens became illiterate and had to keep pace with the new reform.

So I made a decision for myself.

Yes! I made up my mind! No need to get in trouble with language. At the age of 40, with three children, my brain won’t have them all together. My excuse is ready!

It’s the best option to live where Turkish families live.

I can visit someone whenever I am bored. Also, children won’t hanker after Turkey at all, they may get along with other Turkish children, feeling no loneliness.

I should immediately buy a TV and reach the Turkish channels. When I’ll be busy with the housework, cartoon channels may help. And I can step into a stressless life with one TV drama series per week.

After all, Mrs. Fatma’s meals are delicious! Thanks a lot, she invites whenever we have a phone call.

We have resident permit, government cares us. It’s hard to find a job… Even citizens are unemployed. Do I even have a chance to be a teacher? What will happen if I learn their language? I have survived with some Tanzanish for a year. It’s enough till I reach my 60s.

Moreover, we have prayers in our meetings. Talking about the victims, making brain storms for the things what could be done.

What will happen if I think bigger? I can’t think bigger I have already thought what I could… It’s time to pray God for the best.

Although, psychology must be considered while worrying about the warriors. If I get too much worried and cannot stand it, then I should stay quite away from the bad news. We are in a term of getting accustomed to a new country, a new culture.

No words to say…

We are all in the term of being accustomed to a new country.

Trying to stand on out feet. The continuum in our home country would finish somehow, and we would go home. Our home…

Turkish businessmen came to Germany were right: Big ideals are for big people.

Horray diaspora…