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  • Apparently wherever they are in the world Turkish people will always find each other.

    Earlier this year I took a friend of mine on holiday. He’s from Turkey, studying in England for the year, and I thought you can’t spend a year in England and only see London and Manchester. I took him to Norfolk; just about as different from the big cities as you can get.

    So it’s January, freezing cold and windy, and we’re at the seaside, because that’s how we do it here. Fish and chips are an essential part of any English trip to the seaside so at lunch time we find the nearest chip shop.

    It’s run by Turkish people.

    In a small, sleepy English seaside town, mostly inhabited by little old ladies, the chip shop’s run by Turkish people.

    At that point I stopped understanding the conversation, but apparently they talked just as if they were a shopkeeper and customer in Turkey.

    These are the moments I love in life. The ones you can’t invent.

    (And he really enjoyed the fish and chips)
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