In the bazaar’s meat district, there’s a little side street that sells live chickens. You order as many as you want, and they slaughter them there for you. You come back 15 minutes later, and they’re beheaded, plucked, and trussed for you. I definitely want to order one or two, but until my Kurdish improves I’ll need to convince a local to come with me to converse with these guys.
Also, when I was in the bazaar yesterday, I ran into Tahan, the man who invited some other teachers and me into his house on the first day of Eid!! Seriously, in the whole bazaar, I wandered into his appliance shop. HOW CRAZY IS THAT!!
I never thought I’d see Tahan again! I guess I’m establishing a circle of people around me here.
este mn azan’m: now I know
feri Kurdi ab’m: I’m learning Kurdish
bosta: stop, wait