by Nomad
A Letter from Home
Many many years ago, when I first came to Turkey, I lived in
a small and very conservative town. Those first two years were not easy ones
and I often felt as isolated and lonely as a space explorer. I was very likely
not only the sole American in town, but the only foreigner.
Even though I never mentioned it to my kind hosts, I often craved the sound of a speaker without a Turkish accent. I had to travel two hours by train to Istanbul just to purchase an English book or a cassette of American music. Letters from my parent took two weeks - or more- to arrive.
As far as official news from home, a civil war could have broken out in the states and I would have been none the wiser.
