From one place to an other.
From a beach to a Capital.
From Cesme to Ankara.
The roads here in Turkey are very, hmm interesting. There’s a lot of constructions along them and sometimes the lane just disappear and then return 20 meters later. In many of the distances it was as bumpy as the face of Yoda. If would been a can of Sprite, I guess would manage to cover the area of Shreks’ swamp if anyone opened me. Luckily I’m not a can, I’m a human.
Any jisses, I happy I’m not any of the workers a long there. We passed hundreds, and hundreds people making roads, working in the fields, cutting the marble. It must been 800 degrees in the sun.
I’m lucky to be born into a farmer family from Sweden, otherwise that could have been me in that shitty position. Or well, now, I would be home and cook food probably…
Anyway, now to the part I was going to write about.
How we entered the site in Ankara.
Dam dam padam pam.!
As you know I travel with a truck. A truck is slightly bigger then a car -in all directions. And just because a car can enter a place it doesn’t mean my truck can.
To get to the premises in Ankara we had to do some unexpected moves.
* We closed down a 4line highway, just like that. Our guy surely had some nice contacts in his mobile.
* In the phonebook this guy also found 3 gardeners that meet us in the morning, ready to cut down branches and give the trees a new nice haircut.
This is what I like with my work, I see things, work with people and face situations that are so special. Each stop is unique and will never come back.
I honestly like my work.
How about you?
From a beach to a Capital.
From Cesme to Ankara.
The roads here in Turkey are very, hmm interesting. There’s a lot of constructions along them and sometimes the lane just disappear and then return 20 meters later. In many of the distances it was as bumpy as the face of Yoda. If would been a can of Sprite, I guess would manage to cover the area of Shreks’ swamp if anyone opened me. Luckily I’m not a can, I’m a human.
Any jisses, I happy I’m not any of the workers a long there. We passed hundreds, and hundreds people making roads, working in the fields, cutting the marble. It must been 800 degrees in the sun.
I’m lucky to be born into a farmer family from Sweden, otherwise that could have been me in that shitty position. Or well, now, I would be home and cook food probably…
Anyway, now to the part I was going to write about.
How we entered the site in Ankara.
Dam dam padam pam.!
As you know I travel with a truck. A truck is slightly bigger then a car -in all directions. And just because a car can enter a place it doesn’t mean my truck can.To get to the premises in Ankara we had to do some unexpected moves.
* We closed down a 4line highway, just like that. Our guy surely had some nice contacts in his mobile.
* In the phonebook this guy also found 3 gardeners that meet us in the morning, ready to cut down branches and give the trees a new nice haircut.
This is what I like with my work, I see things, work with people and face situations that are so special. Each stop is unique and will never come back.
I honestly like my work.
How about you?
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