I live in an apartment complex in Alanya with a shared garden, pool, beach, and small, pretty, underutilized amphitheater. There is also our friendly and convenient little market that almost never closes, and a cafe, called Relax, owned and operated by one of our gregarious residents.
I was sitting in Relax this afternoon, when one of the older ladies I’d just met briefly for the first time yesterday struck up a conversation with me. Here are most of the questions she asked me:
How long have you been in Turkey? How old are you? Are you renting that apartment? 2nd floor? Who owns it? Who is that? Oh. Well, what’s her husband’s name? He’s your boss? Where do you work? Do they pay you on time?
It’s a fact that Turkish people can be nosy, but she really caught me off guard! As she fired off questions, I spouted out the facts automatically. The only question I was prepared for was, “Yaşın kaç?” (How old are you?”)
I sweetly responded, “Yaş ve maaş sorulmaz (“Age and salary are not to be asked.”) It’s clever ’cause it rhymes.
She laughed, but then turned to the lady sitting next to her and said: “She looks young, but with all that experience…” and guessed my age spot on!