I’m still one of you guys—I swear!
OK OK, I know what you’re all probably thinking: “Ohh, now that Elif has clawed her way to the C-list, she must spend all her time doing cocaine with hedge-fund managers and being too much of a big-shot to write on her blog anymore.” Well au contraire, chers lecteurs: in fact I have been prevented from blogging, not by hours of yelling at the interns for messing up the triple-organic fair-trade cappuccinos, but by the relentless pursuit of journalistic truth, to the extent that I even spent all afternoon yesterday plucking turkeys in a village near the Sea of Marmara.
Here you can see me hanging out with my new friend Duygu, who is 12 years old and wants to be a nurse when she grows up. She is definitely an A-list turkey-plucker. (I think I am somewhere on the H-list.)
Duygu’s rents are also pretty cool:
The dog’s name is Garip, which means “weird.” something like “strange,” “friendless,” or “outcast.” But the really weird one alienating presence was that large male turkey, he kept walking around the scene of carnage looking important, making eye contact with nobody and nothing (I think he was a fellow member of the press). More pictures here.
Happy new year to all my loyal readers and hardworking interns!
(Ha ha, of course I don’t have any interns. Unless you count my cat, but all he ever does is make a mess and create more work for my illegal-alien house slaves. Just kidding.)