This morning I wake up. No, not at 6 for the run, at 7. I open the windows and in comes the cold in force. Looks like winter is up in Antalya.
So later I decide to go to the second floor where they store suitcases for students. The room is locked, I check around. No sign of the lady in charge. Then am told to wait. So I wait.And wait.And wait…
It’s ten minutes. With each minute I am getting angry, am sure at 12 I will be speaking to myself then at 15 I will bang my head on the wall. Okay, I overstate but I am pretty pissed. I head back to my room.
An hour later am back. It’s locked! But she’s nearby,I call her. She comes, smiles at me, endears me in that Turkish way of ‘canim’ and leads me in. I should have known something is amiss right then! This lady has never smiled at me and I have been here an year.
So I tell her I need to take winter clothes from my suitcase, give her my card and go right where I left it at the beginning of Summer. I look around, no suitcase! For a second I am back in KE, in my old Uni where they stole my two brand new pair of pants! Damn! That was tough, especially since I had to save for them for a long time.
Anyway.My suitcase isn’t here. I tell her. She says let’s look everywhere. We look! We look! We look! Nothing!
I stop, look her in the eye and ask her where my suitcase is. She says it must be here somewhere. I tell her I have to rush to class, she says she’ll look for it. I say I’ll be back tomorrow morning. She says she’ll have found it. I walk out thinking they sold my suitcase, my coats must be somewhere in the pazar-market- as we speak.That doesn’t scare me as the possibility of losing my Maasai Shuka, my Maasai Shuka! It represents KE- my country, my home, my roots.
That suitcase better be there in the morning.