I’m at the bus station in Konya, getting ready to head back to Istanbul for a few days to pick up my new residence permit.
I stopped by the restaurant for a bite to eat (kuru fasulye, pilav, and sutlac, my “go to” meal these days). As I was putting my bag down, I heard someone talking excitedly about how some guy was walking across the country.
Hmmm, that sounds like me, I thought. I turned around and it was one of the guys from the auto shop I hung out at earlier this week on the first day I was walking out of Konya.
I wasn’t in that restaurant for 30 seconds before everyone knew who I was and what I was doing. I could barely eat I was so busy getting introduced around.
Konya is a big city, a million people. Imagine that, running into the same guy twice, on opposite sides of town, in completely different contexts.