"Je maple Cluade"

In the taxi, on the way back to the hotel. Taxi driver is a hyper-active, chain-smoking, no English speaking maniac. It was great. He was trying to talk to me, but it was all Turkish, so I just smiled, and nodded: my standard “Whatever you say, buddy” reaction.

Then silence for a while, then some singing (un-accompnied I might add), then some more silence.

“Tomorrow I will buy a ticket for the football match”, he suddenly blurted out. I laughed, “excellent” I say.

“Do you understand me?” he asks, “yes”, I reply, “do you?”.

Then we practised how to say “square”, and thats when he started to remind me of Joey learning French:

“Square”.
“se-koo-are-we”.
“Square”.
“se-koo-are-we”.
“Square”.
“se-koo-are-we”.
“Square”.
“se-koo-are-we”.

We got it eventually, and when he did, he lunched into a stream of Turkish, and he ended it by pointing to me and saying something like “demarmolad”.

“Yes, I had that on toast this morning.”

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