in Turkey we like to drink Turkish coffee..it is not espresso so it takes time to drink..the purpose is to chat with your friends as well..so the long you make it last the better..afterwards we look inside the cup ..we read our future ..as you can see in the photo my future is dark....if you use your imagination you can see more and if you can see more please do not hesitate to write..we are waiting for your comments this time:)
by the way; some people asked me about being married to an italian in Turkey, you can read my story from my friend's website PocketCultures ..they are looking for more stories so if you know someone who is in a multicultural relationship, please ask them to write...thanks..grazie ..gracias..tesekkurler...
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Ah, yes. I see. Very clearly, there will soon be two divisions in your life - before the parakeets, and after the parakeets. One day soon, around breakfast time, you'll be outside, and two green parakeets will fly up to you and perch on your shoulder. They become smitten with your kindness, as you take them in to your home. In the years following, your reputation for breeding the sweetest, greenest parakeets in the land makes your home a place of pilgrimage for parakeet lovers the world over. No fashionable home in Turkey will be without a special "Bursa Bird" of their own. Sometimes, you'll think back with nostalgia for the quiet, obscure days before the parakeets.
Parakeets?? who would have thought?
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