Travel to Selcuk

Dear travelogue, (written on October 28, 2012, 10 o’clock)

We were in the squat at fifteen minutes to 9. None of us believed we would make it. At that moment, a white taxi appeared on the horizon. It had become a hope for all of us. Or would we really make it? The answer to this question was Ayten. And at that moment, Ayten tossed her hair and said, “ten liras.” While we were saying, “What, how?”, we found ourselves in a taxi. Mavi was sitting in the front and said, “Start the gas, brother.” Brother started chatting with us like every taxi driver does. He also had three children around our age. Elif called at that moment and said, with her usual pessimism, “You won’t make it, sis.” But we made it. Fate continued to weave its web.

We handed over the four and a half liras for the tickets. Spiderwoman had charged 1 lira more. Well, dear, what about getting on the Odemis train instead of Selcuk? Ayten’s words “Well, it didn’t work out, we’ll go to Odemis” almost took us to Odemis. At the last moment, we got on the train across the street and our journey to Selcuk began.

My list of photos to take on the train:

Walking in the fields

Farm workers

Human landscapes from the train

Uncles sitting in the coffee shop

Mountains and more mountains

Our team, returning from Sirince Mathematics Village, enters Selcuk tired but happy. It was evening when we arrived in Selcuk. The sun had left a thousand different lights in the air.

We returned from the train ticket booths empty handed, we didn’t have a ticket. What were we going to do? We werent going to stay here, I mean. I’m writing from the shabby coffee shop next to the train station. Ayten got mad at me for saying shabby. The plans to sneak onto the train were made at the table we are sitting at right now. We thought of every scenario to avoid being thrown off the train. Let’s see.