Of Shoes

I was teaching English between 1966 and 1969 at the Robert Academy, Bosphorus, in the northern suburbs of Istanbul. Clothing for us was a problem for the American arm and our family. What was available on the Turkish market was not as high as we used to be in the States. Due to the Turkish customs we could not process any objects. We all depend on our friends and relatives who have visited the Western world and we need clothes.

For me, shoes were special. I started playing tennis in Istanbul for years. In my ministry, my right leg was on the court pavement and I held the toe of the right tennis boots. I had every visitor to ask me for a Converse All Star Stan Smith model. In vain I was looking for a left-handed, large-footed tennis player who struggled with a similar problem and who could have repair shoes that put some shoes in the wardrobe with some worn shoes.

I tried a little skiing in Turkey near Mt. Uludag, near Bursa. I did not have equipment and rented. On the first ski jersey, I went to the ski area for all the ski places, which would accommodate my 13 meters. None. I was desperately going back to the first rental location where I tried a better boot, which was just a little embarrassing, but better than any shoe I tried later. The trunk was still available, but when I asked his companion, the renter just shrugged and showed a bunch of boots that had not even been in pairs and suggested I look for the right boot partner. I felt like I was doing plain, which was roughly the same size.

The next school holiday I came to was my wife and I traveled to Munich, where I was sure I would buy comfortable ski boots. After all, the Germans were as big as the Americans, I thought. I went to every store that sold ski equipment. Most agents just shook their heads when I told them what size I needed. They would be happy to build a custom piece for me, but it would be pretty expensive and I did not have time to wait for them. Finally, buying a finished pair I thought it would be uncomfortable, but it could be used. Later I sold them to another arm who was wearing a 12th size.

I'm about 6ft. 3 "and then somewhere between 195 and 210. I went to an Athens shopping trip for half a dozen clothes stores and got the same negative screaming when I asked for shirts and pants. Fortunately, parents and friends visited us from the States and we had priceless clothes and other equipment that was not available in Turkey, it is difficult to remember how my wife and Sally and I were so excited for us to have imported imported Fritos, baby beans and Cheez Whiz in Turkish markets the firstborn son was born in Istanbul, was born at a maternity hospital called Güzel Bahce, the Turkish crèches were solemnly congratulated, it is extremely important for the Turks to be the first child to be a boy after we have found Brian's worms, nurses congratulate in the room with congratulations s mashallahokkal.

Sally was for one week at the clinic. In his room there was a sofa that I could stretch, read, or snooze. Nurses have been encouraged to help Sally milk production across the street and buy bottled Turkish beer. In the half dozen newborns I looked through the window in the cradle, I saw a changing situation not to worry. Brian was the only baby with a hairless, Scandinavian figure. The others were dark haired and round-headed Turkish dolls.

Our Turkish landlord and his family were very excited to come home to Hungary
and tasted delicious food on us. I will never forget an anonymous gift we found on our doorstep – probably one of our neighbors. We went back to visit your friends to find a few white leather baby shoes that our corset hangs on the doorknob. In our next tour after our ten-day baby we decided that the American turtles will be in la Turca. But there was a problem. The shoes are too small.

Source by Kerry Wood

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