I don’t have a favorite memory, but one experience is nice to think about or share with someone. I really don’t remember much from my childhood, which is sad. Now, onto my funny story… One day, I was waiting at a bus station for my mother while she was at a doctor’s appointment. Next to me, two women were also waiting—but they were waiting for a bus. Meanwhile, they started talking about a strange phone call they had received. A man they didn’t know had called their home and wanted to talk about sex. The family members were shocked. They laughed about it, but at the same time, they were afraid. They spoke about it freely because they assumed I didn’t understand their language. They were speaking Turkish. What they didn’t know is that I have Turkish roots. So, I think you can imagine how it felt when, after a few minutes, my mom arrived and greeted me in Turkish. The women looked embarrassed. I told my mom the story, and we both laughed about it. This happened because I’m blonde and don’t look Turkish. Be careful what you say and where you say it!

So I think you can imagine how it felt to overhear them! Because after a few minutes my mum arrived and greeted me in Turkish. The women looked ashamed. I told the story to my mum and we laughed about it. I guess you should always pay attention to what you say and where you say it! * because I’m blonde and don’t look Turkish.

I don’t have a favourite memory, but having an experience is nice to remember or tell someone about. I don’t really remember what happened in my life when I was a child. That’s sad. Now to my funny story… one day I was waiting at a bus station for my mother, who was at the doctor’s. Next to me two Turkish women were also waiting, but they were waiting for a bus. They were speaking about a telephone conversation: they had experienced something strange. An unknown man had called at home and wanted to talk about sex. The family members had been shocked, and they laughed about it, but actually were afraid. It was easy for them to speak about this strange matter, because they were speaking in Turkish and they thought I didn’t speak their language. In fact, I have Turkish roots! So I think you can imagine how it feels like.. Because after a few minutes my mom came and GREETED me in turkish. The women looked ashamed. I told the story my mom and we laughed about it. The reason for this happening ist that I’m blonde and dont look turkish. Attent where u speak what about.