Everything new is old again

Turkey is a land where things change, faster than any other place I’ve lived.

Yesterday I went to the cash machine to discover that they’ve changed our money again. That’s the third currency we’ve had in the 4.5 years that I’ve lived here.

Then I went to the Makro supermarket, only to find that it’s not called Makro anymore, it’s called 1’e1 now. I shopped inside the new place, and paid with my unfamilar new money. No one even blinked.

It seems like every time I leave the house, Turkey is changing before my eyes. Yesterday at the bazaar, I noticed that a lot of the vendors are now accepting credit cards. Credit cards, at a street stall. That’s just crazy.

If you want to evolve along with Turkey, you have to keep your pace up.