I left the restaurant and headed for the connecting line that would take me to the city centre.
As I was walking, a woman came running after me.
'Excuse me, excuse me. Can you help me please?'
The woman was trying to use a phone card but wasn't able to make a call to her home in Iran. I tried for a few minutes, moving from phone box to phone box, but I couldn't get the card/phone to work either.
Just as I'd thought my work there had been done the woman approached me with (what I now think) was her real reason for running after me.
'My son is looking for a woman for marriage. He doesn't want to marry an Iranian because they are too... [insert a series of facial contortions and arm flailing]. He wants to marry a girl from England or Germany or Turkey'.
The woman continued trying to persuade me to give her my details, or if I could help them out and try to find him a bride. Conscious that my time in Istanbul was sifting quickly away and the fact that I quite liked this lady, I gave her my email address.
As I walked away I realised that maybe I could contact her son for a language exchange, since I want to learn Persian and he may want to learn English, so I'll try to keep the communication avenues open if I can.
As I was walking, a woman came running after me.
'Excuse me, excuse me. Can you help me please?'
The woman was trying to use a phone card but wasn't able to make a call to her home in Iran. I tried for a few minutes, moving from phone box to phone box, but I couldn't get the card/phone to work either.
Just as I'd thought my work there had been done the woman approached me with (what I now think) was her real reason for running after me.
'My son is looking for a woman for marriage. He doesn't want to marry an Iranian because they are too... [insert a series of facial contortions and arm flailing]. He wants to marry a girl from England or Germany or Turkey'.
The woman continued trying to persuade me to give her my details, or if I could help them out and try to find him a bride. Conscious that my time in Istanbul was sifting quickly away and the fact that I quite liked this lady, I gave her my email address.
As I walked away I realised that maybe I could contact her son for a language exchange, since I want to learn Persian and he may want to learn English, so I'll try to keep the communication avenues open if I can.
O Amira! Why does this tuff always seem to happen to you! Hah haaa - maybe he is your soul mate though.... Xxxx
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