We went to another birthday party today. This time to almost a million dollar home in another part of town. A million dollar home in Ankara does not look the same as a million dollar home in America. And I realize even in America - what a million will buy is different across the country. But it's hard to believe what it won't buy you here. There are no suburbs of detached homes and single driveways. There are tall apartment buildings or gated communities with houses huddled together. There are no cul-de-sacs. The view is often onto more construction. And, as is this case, on home may be freshly concreted, painted, and modern - and connected an identical home that is crumbling, or not as expensively renovated, or having been completed gutted down to the skeleton.
I ended up bringing Tomris and Tuana to this party too. Tomris didn't want to be left behind, and Tuana is usually at my hip anyhow. The music was blasting and the kids were dancing. I sat Tuana off to the side on the rug and she gave a big four-tooth grin and began bopping to the music. When I hold her hands, she'd try to kick her leg to the music. And when I wouldn't - she'd go on all fours and kick her leg out as if on dancing still.
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