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All posts by Joey Le. Notes on a Turkey – December-Jan. January 29, 2016. Christmas came, Turkeys were eaten, Turkey was lived in, and luckily nobody got confused and ate the one I live in. The guy who runs the corner shop downstairs in my apartment building literally just changes the price of all of his goods every day. I will go in and buy a chocolate bar and ask how much it is and he will ponder it for about five seconds and then just say a random number. Notes on a Turkey – November. December 14, 2015.
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Fear | The Kebablog
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November 10, 2015. This morning I was woken up by quite literally the loudest siren I have ever heard (and I’ve been in Israel during missile sirens). I jumped out of bed. Is there a fire in my apartment? No, the siren is coming from outside. Well, it’s coming from everywhere. It’s screaming. Shit, what’s happening? I need to get out, clearly. Throw on some shorts…Maybe it’s a huge earthquake? Who would target Izmir? What would they target in Izmir? But everyone loves palm trees! Siren still screaming...
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Notes on a Turkey – November | The Kebablog
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Notes on a Turkey – November. December 14, 2015. Still not literally writing on poultry…yet. I for one want all sorts of delicious treats to be served if I ever die. Fried dough, ice cream factory, giant chocolate sculpture of me, the works. Just some delicious fresh dead person donuts being handed out. I fly from Izmir to Istanbul about. A million times a day. No mate. You don’t “hope” we have a safe landing. You land the damn plane. Can you turn it down please? Dogs n Cats n Dogs n Cats n Dogs…. Chille...
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The Residence Permit and the Pauper | The Kebablog
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The Residence Permit and the Pauper. November 4, 2015. The journey began with my visit to the tax office, where I had to pay 55 Lira for literally no reason at all. I arrived, I asked where I needed to pay, they told me to wait a moment, and then I stood there, literally right in front of the staff, whilst they watched cat gifs, right in front of me. This literally went on for over five minutes before I asked again and they re-realised I was standing there and told me to go to a different floor. I return...
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“Who is the man looking at? He is looking at the woman” | The Kebablog
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8220;Who is the man looking at? He is looking at the woman”. September 29, 2015. Stay classy, Turkish textbook. The language is backwards. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Back in London ...
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Notes on a Turkey – December-Jan | The Kebablog
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Notes on a Turkey – December-Jan. January 29, 2016. Christmas came, Turkeys were eaten, Turkey was lived in, and luckily nobody got confused and ate the one I live in. The guy who runs the corner shop downstairs in my apartment building literally just changes the price of all of his goods every day. I will go in and buy a chocolate bar and ask how much it is and he will ponder it for about five seconds and then just say a random number. All conducted in Turkish). Me holding Kinder Bueno: How much? Litera...
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