Tolga and I had to go to the notary today. We're getting a loan to buy out of his military service. The loan is going under my name which gives me heart palpitations, and the notary is for Tolga - he will be my guarantor, meaning if anything happens so that I can't pay back the loan with 300% interest, he'll pay it back.
This is Turkey.
The notary was a busy office, five desks in a cramped room. Our noter was the first Turk I've seen who could type without looking at the keyboard. But, it looked like fake typing. He was hammering down his fingers in the seemingly same place while watching his computer screen. He was wearing a plaid patterned blazer of brushed blue wool. His dress shirt were wide dark vertical stripes with the collar and cuff stripes going in a horizontal direction. His tie was a dark blue with white paisley floors.
We handed over the form and Tolga's co-worker translated. I'm not sure what she translated - she actually dictated the letter to the notary and told me later the form used words that she didn't even recognize as Turkish. We had the form signed and stamped and two more stations and paid 130 TL.
Now I guess we'll get the loan.
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