Live Like a Human, Let Live Like a Human

Teacher Annica texted me last Saturday.

''We can go to the shopping center you wanted to go at 1.00 pm.''

A week ago, I told her that I want to go to the mall I have seen before to buy some needs for my house I moved to a week ago. But I couldn’t go as it was too far. When I asked her to take me there, she answered with a question: When?

I didn’t give an exact date and postponed it for later.

But Europeans don’t postpone…

Then, I wrote that I have a very rare time to concentrate on my studies, so I couldn’t go. I also had to review my language course notes.

I was shocked with the answer. Her name is Annica; we couldn’t escape her.

''So I’ll take the children at the same time so you can study.''

What? I don’t understand! You will take three children for a couple of hours to a ski track, they really love, and deal with them?

My answer was already sent while I was thinking about all these.

Ok.

While we are feeling the absence of our Turkish people, presence of people like Teacher Annica, who behaves like an aunt, is a great comfort! In Turkish culture, aunt are half-mothers.

Also we have Kata. These people are really crazy…

It became impossible to take children to the kindergarten, so I decided to buy a car. With Mr. Kerim’s help, I bought a car. But there were a hundred procedures waiting for me! Assign, vehicle inspection, detecting cash-pay gas stations, and a big bunch of other things.

Thinking about the old saying, have some goods with some trouble, I received a text message from Kata: I have another flight again. If you need anything please let me know. I can handle it as soon as I arrive. If it is urgent I can find someone to handle it.

In Turkey, I always said ‘not of my business’ after the coup. I was questioned by my family, relatives, and neighbours. Their questions were so interesting… The one who was having an abdication of reason was me or the opponent siders? I watched the so-called coup in my home town with my three children. I witnessed people screaming in the streets and crying loudly for blood and pay. My relatives, neighbours and friends were bothering me with their exaggerated questions.

I recall those days and Kata appears in my mind.

We went to a gas station when she arrived. I looked for a gas attendant. But there was no one to pump the gas. As well as a tea vendor, and a security guard. We filled the gas tank and paid the cash from the market near there and left for other to-dos.

Kata made all the researches for vehicle inspection and handing-over procedures. This job was also finished.

On my way back home, Kata and Annica’s value for me just because I am a human took a place in the center of my soul as a blossom of humanitarian values.

I discovered the name of the heir I’ll leave for my children.

The secret of facing-off with yourself, while staying away from egoes:

Live like a human.

Let live like a human.