PART 64
While listening to a joke told by the German teacher Maria with bad English, Ms. Maral touched my hand gently and asked:
- Mr. Fatih, can I ask you a personal question?
- Of course, please ask", I answered her. But, I could more or less guess what she was going to ask. And I soon realized that I wasn't wrong. The young woman began to ask her questions one after another:
- Are you married Mr. Fatih?
- Yes, Ms. Maral, I am married.
- Well then, do you have children?
- Two girls, one boy. The three of them are university students.
- Does your family live here, in Bishkek?
- No, they are in Turkey. I'm living here alone.
Upon this answer I noticed a spark it's reason I couldn't understand, appear and disappear in Ms. Maral's eyes. She continued talking with a thoughtful expression:
- Ok then, isn't it difficult for you to live far away from your family, alone?
She asked a difficult question, Ms. Maral. It wasn't I question I could answer with a short "yes" or "no". I was teaching in the Kyrgyz-Turkish Manas University, which was opened very far from my country for two and a half years. I was teaching Kyrgyz students the Turkish language and literature. In addition, I was also teaching classes at Bishkek Social Sciences and Kyrgyz- American Universities. I was contented with the work I did and with living among my people in Kyrgyzstan. But lately I've been frequently remembering life in Turkey, my wife and my children.
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