Confessions | Geleceke Mektuplar I

I know what keeps you awake at night! And, no; I am not going to suggest a solution for those nasty mosquitoes.

However, I will be making it easier for you to fall asleep thanks to the cute little stories I have. Keep a tissue closeby, since my love for Turkey, Germans and bureaucracy is surely going to make you cry.

Those of you who are stalking, me would know that, among many dirty little things only stalkers look forward to know, that I returned back to Turkey after finishing my studies in Gothenburg, Sweden. It was going to be a stay -or a vacation one might call- without a definite duration. Basically, I was out of school, with no job at hand, not having a single clue where the future would take me. Hence, I tried to ignore the fact that I hate Turkey, its people, its corrupt ways and the yet again self righteous hypocrisy of its people. They do deserve a second mentioning.

Well, let’s get back to me being back in Turkey after having a great time in Gothenburg (courtesy of Samuel & Justin and Gibraltargatan Gençleri). Well, the worst case was me staying jobless until February and go back to Sweden just before my residence permit expires to continue with a PhD in Sweden. Being a bit business oriented, this would be something I would have hated. And honestly, I would be doing anything to get out of it, even Justin!

Well thanks to the G-man, I received a phone a call while I was in Italy having a fancy summer vacation with a very lovely friend. Well, that was my mom [not the fine young lady, the person calling me on the phone], asking me if I knew where her credit cards were. But this is not the subject here. The same day, I received an email; I was offered a job! Yay! The traveling job that got me all wet inside (honestly, this metaphor doesn’t sound that good when the person is male!)! Quoting Justin; “Boy, I would leave my current job, and quit my sex change hormone therapy sessions to get this job!”. Yes baby I am that good.

I know, you are thinking that I have totally lost the plot here. No, that’s not the case; I can derive reasons for hating Turkey from almost anything, except for the food, it' delicious there (even the Italian food is better in Turkey). The job I will be doing comes in with a nice payment, 30 off-days, and with a lot of experience to get while traveling worldwide. However in any job you would have as a starter in Turkey, unless you are VERY lucky and accepting to be slaved, you’ll get 1/5 of what I will be making and you will have a week off in the first year, again, if you are lucky! [post read note: seems like I was showing off]

I think that is enough whipping for Turkey. Considering the fact that I am now typing this in a 1^st class seat[explained at the very end] of a Thalys train from Aachen (Aix La Chapelle) to Brussels, where I will eventually board a plane to Istanbul, more whipping would be inappropriate. After the trip, probably some more spanking to Turks will follow.

Now it is time for the AuslaenderLoving* Germans. So, there I am, in Aachen, in the foreigners’ office planning to apply for a work permit/residence. It turns out, if you do not have a visa from Germany (I was using my residence permit from Sweden) you can not apply for a work/residence permit IN Germany. They told me to go to the German Embassy in Stockholm! Well, this was not a story I was hearing for the first time. However, last time, when the same things happened while trying to get a work/residence permit for the internship I did at Bosch. That time tough guys at Bosch HR called the foreigners’ office and they issued me a permit in 5 days! Kudos to Robert Bosch. Well, apparently the new company is not as strong in that department, but I know in which department they will be stronger!!! Well after a few curse words I booked a plane to Stockholm, and went to the German Embassy, where all they did was to take my documents and some money and post them to Aachen! Bloody hell!! Guess what; I will have to travel again to Stockholm to pick the permit up!!! I demand a major tax cut you HansLand!

Wow, that wine was very nice. Boy it is expensive but traveling 1^st class is really sweet!

PS: First class is not really my choice, the Germans have been fleeing the country and the 2^nd Class was fully booked! Apparently they have declared the week I am away a public holiday. How thoughtful.

 * Foreigner Friendly

NP: KYO - Je Cours & KYO - Le Chemin