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MY LİFE İN TURKEY, Part Iİ never thought i would live my life in a foreign country. İ had dreams of being standed and lost in some foreign country many times in my life. The dream was very frightening. I have dreamed that İ was in some kind of station or airport and that İ dont have a green card. İ am very confused in the dream because İ cant speak the foreign languge of the country that İ am in. İ have had this dream over and over again. İ awoke in a sweat because the dream was so scary to me.İ have allways been afraid of air travel so I never thought I would be travelling to a foreign country. With internet we now live in an international community. W e never know who we will meet or what connection one might make through internet, and then one may find oneself journeying to a new land and country. We can communicate with so many people from different cultures everywhere now. İ must say that I had a feeling that İ might move to the middle east. İ did not know where. İt all started when İ met my friend who is now my husband. This made the dream come alive of coming to Turkeye. He was interested in knowing other people from other cultures like I was. He studied english for many years so we were able to converse on internet. İ did not know the turkish language at all then. H e told me he wanted me and my two daughters to come to Turkey one day to start a new life,whether he or İ married or not. İ was a single mother struggling for a long time to finish my education and to be a good mother. So one day my friend drove us to the San Francisco Airport and we were on our way in April 2008. İ had put off the trip for a few months because İ was afraid of air travel. İ kept feeling like turning back and not going to Turkeye. There was a lot of fear in my heart but something pushed me to go and get on the airplane. My two daughters were 9 and 10 at the time. They were both excited and afraid at the same time. Our plane took of at 9.30 at night. İ could not beleive we were leaving America. İ had given up my house for rent and left my university education to begin a new life in TURKEY. To be continued... [ed note: this is a true, first-hand account by a woman who is now living in Turkey with her husband and two daughters. She is writing this to earn money for visas and other needs. Any interested publishers or agents please use the Contact Form on this site - http://btucson.com/contact.html - to make contact with the author. Any individuals wishing to assist may also do the same, the site editor can put you in touch with the original author. Thank you.] "" |
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