Awhile back I was sitting in my pirated office in Kazasker when an elderly man stuck his head in the door and asked me to follow him. Curious as to what was in store I left my pile of work (Çop Şiş and a pitcher of Ayran) and headed out in tow.
Another Day At The Office
He led me down the street, around the corner, across Minibus Yolu, and into “Taç”, one of a series of chain stores scattered throughout Istanbul…where I was introduced to his wife and children.
There was no pressure to purchase or peruse he simply wanted me to see where he worked, what he did for a living and to meet his family. After a ramble amongst the wares I realized that this unplanned textile tour of “Taç” had reached its captivating climax.
“Movin’ Out With Metin”
I made my exit amidst much hand shaking and cheek kissing and headed back to my office and my overflowing desk with an eccentric element of this little corner of Asia to ponder. “Quirkiness” seems to be an intercontinental trait.
A Brief Stop On The Textile Tour