It was already far from easy walking along the uneven streets of Istanbul, but it had become sheer torture because of these weird heels. By then, the mere words "real estate" or "estate agent" made me shudder. For two weeks I'd been trailing around from dawn to dusk, as if on overtime shifts.
No wonder I'd dyed my hair! Every woman going through a crisis changes either the style or colour of her hair, doesn't she? No one knows better than I do that we Germans are stingy, tiresome and prescriptive, with a reverence for authority and hostility towards anyone different from ourselves. You're no doubt expecting me to rant about people taking commission for real estate or about parasites making money from doing sweet nothing, but I'd said all I had to say about this to my lover and friends, so now I'll just say that I was feeling on edge.
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I wasn't afraid of a bit of DIY. Despite fourteen years of living and even going native in Istanbul, I was still German enough to cut costs by doing my own decorating. The fact that this apartment was much smaller than where I was currently living was no problem.
I would just chuck stuff out. It was a cul-de-sac with a good view, linked by steps down to Findikli at sea level. However, its reputation was not for the view, but for the frequent muggings that happened there. For years, I'd heard stories of women being dragged along the ground when they fought back against muggers stealing their bags.
I knew that women couldn't walk home alone there at night and that taxi drivers were reluctant to go down it because it was a cul-de-sac. So you see, the fact that I knew Cihangir inside out, to the extent that I had an almost physical connection with it, was a hindrance rather than a help in finding an apartment. Not probably, definitely. However, the moment we entered the street, I found myself looking around anxiously, imagining how muggers would use the steps down to Findikli as a getaway route. I returned to Kuledibi and my beloved shop deep in thought.
My friends and Selim had been trying to convince me that there were other areas of Istanbul apart from Cihangir, and that I needed to broaden my horizons. But the one thing I was absolutely adamant about was the district I lived in. If I'd been in Berlin instead of Istanbul I wouldn't have lived in the smart, leafy district of Zehlendorf or fashionable Prenzlauer Berg. I'd have been very happy living in Kreuzberg, mingling in the side streets with the heavy-browed Turkish adolescents who pull faces and spit on the ground from their fashionable cars.
I didn't live in Cihangir because everything about it was wonderful. What did it have that was so special anyway? Members of the Turkish intelligentsia boasting about being Bach lovers? Why would anyone with no links to Christianity endure the public self-punishment of sitting on a wooden bench in a Protestant church listening to music, when they could be reclining on a comfortable sofa in a sitting room overlooking the Bosphorus without a care in the world? If they were indeed really listening and enjoying a bit of discomfort, was that anything to boast about?
Listening to Bach? Taking pleasure from the pain, despite not being Protestant? The truth was that I had no alternative but to live in Cihangir. Where else could I live? Nisantasi — where women with blonde-streaked hair trailed around the streets all day shopping? Moda — said to be the first place an earthquake would strike?
The Bosphorus waterfront — beyond my wildest dreams on my small budget? Also, I needed to be near my shop. I was no longer a it young thing, so the more time I spent walking instead of driving in the mornings the better. Furthermore, scientists were claiming that walking on an empty stomach in the mornings helped to burn off free fatty acids. As I said, I returned to the shop deep in thought at the disappointing prospect of never again finding a place to live where I'd feel happy.
Pelin, my assistant, was sitting at her desk as usual. She'd had a sullen look on her face for three days, ever since a big row with her boyfriend that had involved some hurling of dishes. Whatever I did seemed to infuriate her, so I said nothing, to avoid upsetting her.
I made some herbal tea. We both thought it smelled disgusting. The idea that aroma matters less than colour simply isn't true. Never mind, herbal tea is good for you. I sat down in the rocking chair with my cup of tea, rocking back and forth, my eyes fixed on a point above the shop window. Rocking back and forth and drinking tea, while Pelin sat at her desk, also drinking tea.
She was wearing black trousers, a T-shirt and a pair of very smart thick-heeled shoes. They were undoubtedly very easy to walk in, unlike the shoes in fashion that year. When she turned around, I noticed she had "young at heart" written on the back of her T-shirt. It was my friend Candan. She owned a large bookshop in Beyoglu, and it was she who had suggested I took on Pelin, one of her former employees.
She hadn't set foot in the shop since my opening cocktail party four years earlier. But I didn't mention that. She was joking of course. The thought of Candan going out looking for a book was ridiculous. I laughed. No, it wasn't me who said that, it was Candan's former employee Pelin. She fell silent as soon as she saw my icy stare. However, Candan just smiled and we exchanged a few polite pleasantries. Have I ever mentioned how much I love the cool-headedness of a true businesswoman?
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