<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7576862469350209616</id><updated>2026-04-24T16:49:40.671-03:00</updated><category term="AIESEC"/><category term="Claudia"/><category term="turkish"/><category term="Anadolu"/><category term="Ankara"/><category term="Burak"/><category term="Endel"/><category term="Eskisehir"/><category term="dirty clothes"/><category term="music"/><category term="party"/><category term="presentation"/><category term="snow"/><category term="travel"/><category term="Colombia"/><category term="Katerine"/><category term="Marcia"/><category term="Mehmet"/><category term="Onur"/><category term="Ozmangazy"/><category term="Turkey"/><category term="Work"/><category term="dinner"/><category term="learning"/><category term="lunch"/><category term="match"/><category term="portuguese"/><category term="soup"/><title type='text'>Turkey Adventures in 2002</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkey2002.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576862469350209616/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkey2002.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alex Turco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00296246459602993996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7576862469350209616.post-5310185612729818205</id><published>2016-09-22T10:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2017-05-30T09:22:44.300-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="AIESEC"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Burak"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dirty clothes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Endel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snow"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Work"/><title type='text'>Surprising everybody with &quot;afiyet olsun&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;March&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;2002&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The same as every day: Wake up early and come to work. Burak My boss finally appeared and said he could have a meeting with me, but only had&amp;nbsp;free&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the time of lunch ... lunch Boss?? This is not time for the meeting ... but I needed to show some things for him to know what to do now. We almost missed lunch but everything worked and we went to the cafeteria together.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he finished eating he stood up and said &quot;Afiyet olsun&quot; (good appetite) and I replied &quot;eyualah&quot; (this and slang of the ancient Turks to express something positive). When I said that he started laughing out loud because he must have thought &quot;how a Brazilian who is here only two weeks already know this type of slang ??&quot; It was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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At night went to AIESEC to try to wash my clothes and guess what ?? They continued dirty... what a shame there is no place in this city that opens at night to wash clothes !! But I left there to see what they can do for me. Other than that just went to dinner, then home and sleep after a boiling shower!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;March&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;2002:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Another normal day but some white specks falling from the sky ... SNOW !!!! Wow... but okay, my culture shock is being the weather!!&lt;br /&gt;
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It should be around 5PM when the weather began to turn, windy and from one hour to another the wind stopped ... and when I look into outside the company ... small white flakes gently falling from the sky ... I did not believe ... I approached the company glass wall to see more closely, completely frozen, not cold, but the fact of seeing snow fall.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr Burak, my boss, came into my room and asked me to go outside the company feel the snow... amazing experience ... it looked like a child when get new toy! Ican not describe! Too bad I have no picture, my camera is still without battery.&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of my boss, he appeared again in the office but this time with more time for me ... He brought millions of books ... He thinks I can read it all in 6 months! I will read all that matters, but it has many good things for me to read... will be very useful. At lunchtime some guys from the factory came to talk to me in English ... very cool. The guys talk better than the people in my department who should know English because they are the IT area (Information Technology).&lt;br /&gt;
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After work I went again to AIESEC and the same ... dirty clothes ... but it seems that tomorrow, Wednesday, they will put to wash !! I expect!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Kisses thousand very sleepy and no clean clothes !!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;March&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;2002&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I brought my CDs to the office and I was listening Brazilian music ... very good ... heard of &quot;Bonde do Tigrao&quot; and &quot;Vinicius de Moraes,&quot; all my CDs ... until my boss appears. He set up a meeting with the guy from marketing area what was good. The guy during the meeting gave good ideas ... for business, not for me. I&#39;ll have to work even harder. The guy changed the entire project and I will have to restructure all over again !! We were at that meeting about 2 hours straight and I was already going crazy with the new things that the guy suggested to put in the system. The rest of the day was just digesting all this information.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leaving the company went to AIESEC wishing my clothes are washed (this&#39;re looking Mexican soap opera). Getting there met Nurdan in the hallway and she told me that Mehmet has the store card so I take my clothes tomorrow. But tomorrow???? Tomorrow I will work in shorts and T-shirt. The thing that they got is this: They convinced a laundry to stay open for us, or we will call the guy to open it. We wash our clothes at&amp;nbsp;night and then it closes or leave there and they wash to catch-up the next day . Good idea, but I still have no clean clothes to work ... and now I have not dirty because there are washing!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Out this mess of clothes, we went to a different place of conventional to update the news. We rolled a very nice chat with Onur about change agent, meaningful work, leadership, trying to change the world, these things ... worth the day! I was exhausted but could not get out of there because the conversation was way too good. Finally someone in this town who has this view !! Around 11PM I went home ... destroyed ... and cold (-1 degree).&lt;br /&gt;
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Arriving home I didn&#39;t even took a bath, went to sleep directly. I&#39;ll get in the mood of my dirty clothes :) !!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is a picture of my house ... I live on the fifth floor, front. The window with the antenna.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tomorrow the soap opera continues ... (hopefully the last chapter of the novel &quot;dirty clothes&quot; is today !!)&lt;br /&gt;
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Kisses to everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;
Xand&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;March&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;2002:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As previously scheduled with everybody we would go to Katherine&#39;s house to estudy turkish and prepare the lunch. I&#39;m done with bread and yogurt everyday but I feel I will miss it when I&#39;m back to Brazil.&lt;br /&gt;
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We went to the supermarket (Katerine, Claudia and I), bought spagetti, tomatoes, portakal juice (their orange) and meat. They have no idea how to cook and I had to do the lunch alone, then I decided to prepare my famous pasta and create a souce... if the taste was not good, the excuse would be &quot;it&#39;s a brazilian food&quot; kkkk. But at the end everything went right, they love it. We ate a lot! Without bread and yogurt (finally) and listening to brazilian music, I felt like in Rio, seated in the balcony, during the Carnaval, eating pasta and listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;
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After that I went back home as I had to do laundry and talk to the guys in my appartment before leave around 8:30 PM to have dinner with the AIESEC people and guess... more bread with yougurt!! Everything here must have it? It&#39;s impossible to get rid of it. The only solution is to get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;
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After this &quot;turn back to reallity&quot;, the only thing to do was to go back home, have a shower as I was freezing, relax and go to bed to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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See you in the next email (post).&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkey2002.blogspot.com/feeds/7621439745683926076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7576862469350209616/7621439745683926076?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576862469350209616/posts/default/7621439745683926076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576862469350209616/posts/default/7621439745683926076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkey2002.blogspot.com/2016/09/sulamerican-day-in-turkey.html' title='Sulamerican day in Turkey'/><author><name>Alex Turco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00296246459602993996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIQGEaN-eJzNpEVB951mUuqypFdl2_9WslGBsncF_Q6T2sWvKfWYNG2LBdCAo1mOSEh9Ns5iktI5u7VHqOEryJ17_SEB5w_gmFOWpgbw_ju9RGzG3ToHv16iIHr7-jyxnVLf_N0am15qM/s72-c/17_4_Katherine_Unal_Dancing.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Eskişehir, Eskişehir Province, Turkey</georss:featurename><georss:point>39.7667061 30.525631100000055</georss:point><georss:box>39.5714186 30.202907600000056 39.9619936 30.848354600000054</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7576862469350209616.post-7628395694181263084</id><published>2012-05-13T12:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-05-13T12:31:54.460-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="AIESEC"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anadolu"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dirty clothes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eskisehir"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ozmangazy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="party"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="presentation"/><title type='text'>Brazilian cultural presentation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
Hi Everybody!!&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday was a hard day at work, I was very tired... just came back home, had dinner and went to sleep as at the next day there was an AIESEC meeting but the mood at the CL (AIESEC office) was not that cool... something happened but they didn&#39;t want to talk.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;March 23rd, 2002 - Saturday: Turkish seminar in turkish and the brazilian cultural presentation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Wake-up very early... this is not for me... specially because here is very cold in the mornings but as I needed to was my clothes I decided to put everything in my backpack and bring to AIESEC office as they could tell me where to bring it to wash. Time passed and the only answer I got was we could make it... and I trusted.&lt;br /&gt;
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Went to Ozmangazi University to get the end of the meeting. Me and my backpack full of dirty clothes. The meetings sucked as I could not understand 90% of what they were talking about, but they loved. Around 2PM they asked me to talk about my traineeship in Turkey, my expectations, etc but I had only 5 minutes. Tried to compile my thoughts and focus on being a change agent and learn as much as possible to try to change something back in Brazil. I talked also about meaningfull work but I could see that even with someone translating to english their faces showed me they were not understanding much. At least, I made my part.&lt;br /&gt;
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We left the university and went to the other one (Anadolu University) where there was a seminar about something I didn&#39;t understand again as I don&#39;t know turkish yet. Several minutes later, it was already 7PM and my clothes, of course, still dirty in my backpack. Seminar ended and I decided to talk seriously to them as they promissed something to me but nothing. Of course, didn&#39;t work as everything closes at 6PM and only opens again on Monday. I almost had to come to work by pijamas.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5KP0zL1nm7Erc445QD0yp-X9MQ_TjRQsTbPzUYOs67bASEq9Kxx-hrLw7wqgUvwF0RCxbrDuFlgMIkDcbSog_FpPsHV76ZJs_Vbg1eYdMsCeDXjtjV4F2lBrOYlwDrMwpVS5GlO_8K5s/s1600-h/Beer+flowi.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321561793409122738&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5KP0zL1nm7Erc445QD0yp-X9MQ_TjRQsTbPzUYOs67bASEq9Kxx-hrLw7wqgUvwF0RCxbrDuFlgMIkDcbSog_FpPsHV76ZJs_Vbg1eYdMsCeDXjtjV4F2lBrOYlwDrMwpVS5GlO_8K5s/s400/Beer+flowi.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; float: left; height: 234px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 323px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At night, to relax, there was a birthday party in one of the AIESEC guys house and I made my brazilian cultural presentation. It was good but from 20 people there, only 5 were really enjoying asking questions and participating. Anyway, they day today was very long and I was also tired and I don&#39;t know if I could pay atention to something completely different being presented by a brazilian, in english. I think I understand them. At the weekend of April 6th I will make my brazilian party and I hope they enjoy more than this presentation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kisses and see you!&lt;br /&gt;
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Alex!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkey2002.blogspot.com/feeds/7628395694181263084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7576862469350209616/7628395694181263084?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576862469350209616/posts/default/7628395694181263084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576862469350209616/posts/default/7628395694181263084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkey2002.blogspot.com/2012/05/brazilian-cultural-presentation.html' title='Brazilian cultural presentation'/><author><name>Alex Turco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00296246459602993996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5KP0zL1nm7Erc445QD0yp-X9MQ_TjRQsTbPzUYOs67bASEq9Kxx-hrLw7wqgUvwF0RCxbrDuFlgMIkDcbSog_FpPsHV76ZJs_Vbg1eYdMsCeDXjtjV4F2lBrOYlwDrMwpVS5GlO_8K5s/s72-c/Beer+flowi.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Eskişehir/Eskişehir Province, Turkey</georss:featurename><georss:point>39.7766667 30.5205556</georss:point><georss:box>39.6790402 30.3626271 39.8742932 30.678484100000002</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7576862469350209616.post-6215085022541321170</id><published>2009-04-06T17:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-05-13T12:33:15.911-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="party"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="soup"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="turkish"/><title type='text'>Conversations at work and Turkish Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;March 20th, 2002 – Nice conversations at work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Even very sleepy I had to come work today. The day started like everyday… wake-up, takes half hour to start putting the cloths on, leave home, take the bus, fight against the fingerprint identifier that doesn’t read my fingerprint correctly, send e-mails, work and having lunch… nothing new if wasn’t a guy from Bestel (marketing department in Endel) come to my office after lunch to invite me to have a tea (çay) with everybody there. Of course I accepted and went there.&lt;br /&gt;
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I met a lot of people that I’ve seen before but didn’t have a chance to talk to. I realized they don’t speak english so well but they can understand quite good... I talked about what is my work here, in what I can make their work better, talked about Samba, capoeira, carnival… I made the Rio de Janeiro marketing, of course! Only to think that there is hot I get colder here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I still have AIESEC meeting again… I can’t support anymore of it… I’m thinking about to have dinner and sleep, I need more sleep than meetings. This week there will be a party in a dance club very famous here in the city… let’s see if I can play my CD’s there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Frozen kisses to everybody!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;March 21st, 2002 – Today is a Party day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hi everybody! Yesterday as I told you, I went to AIESEC. We had dinner and then I went to sleep, no meetings.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today the day started as everyday… very cold… freezing!! But I had to come to work. I’m creating things to do because my boss didn’t give me anything officially. Well, I’m remodeling some things I found here, let’s see what he thinks. Tonight there will be the AIESEC party. Finally something in this city to do! I think that I’m slow because I’m missing do something different then work-dinner-sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’m curious to know what kind of party they have here because after the bread with chicken leg on snow, I’m prepared for the worst. Let’s give them a credit. I’m going there to see how is it and if it is too boring I ask to play some Brazilian music J.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;March 22nd, 2002 – Turkey party – very weird for a Brazilian!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hi again! Yesterday was... let’s say... totally different. Everything here is weird. Let’s explain my impressions. Left work, went home… a dam cold weather (basic), starving, stopped in a market to buy some biscuits. Problem solved, changed my clothes and let’s go party!&lt;br /&gt;
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Parties during the week here start at 9 pm and finishes at 1 am, very different from Rio. About music, it is quite normal… there was a group playing some rock (in Turkish, of course) and everybody was enjoying a lot. Here seems they like a heavy rock! After 40 minutes of show the band stopped and they started playing some techno and electronic music. After this interval there was more rock and, at the end of the party, some pop music like Tarkan. This guy, Tarkan, is the man… all women here die for him... they get crazy when the music starts playing. But the DJ left it to the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some more basic differences: There aren’t people “hunting” a partner here. The guys just didn’t go for the women. You cannot see people kissing anywhere. I think that even the couples or don’t even go to those places or just stay as normal friends. I couldn’t see people kissing the whole night even dancing all the time close to different groups, specially because everytime someone requested me to introduce to their friends as the Brazilian guy who dances samba. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;
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In one of those introductions I met one nice girl and invited her to dance. We danced a lot together and getting closer every music, looking in her eyes, trying to seduce her and she seemed was enjoying it, letting me go further. I think I got too excited when I was very close to her face when I went to her to try to give her a kiss, to see if she would kiss me. Suddenly, she jumped back! With her scared eyes looking at me she run out of the dance club. At that time I thought: “Its over… I’m going to dye… I made a huge shit… she is going to bring the police to arrest me!”. I don’t know where she went but I didn’t see her the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;
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At the end, it was fun. It’s strange but the Turkish don’t dance at all. They shake a lot but a little bit I share is a lot to them. Them I danced a lot all night long. I’m done today. Who knows me know that I don’t like to dance but staying here as the only one Brazilian, I need to defend my Samba and Forro in the land where they think Rio is the capital of Brazil, Batistuta is Brazilian, Brazilians dance Tango, Boca Juniors is a Brazilian team, and many other interesting things I heard last night when speaking to some people.&lt;br /&gt;
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And the night was not over yet. After party, in Eskisehir, turks go for… soup! Yeah, that’s it, soup! There is a place opened 24 hours where they sell all kind of soup you can imagine. As the dance clubs close early, everybody go there to drink a soup and warm-up a little bit. I went there, of course! I had my soup as well. But with all those things, the time went away and I just got home to sleep around 3 am. This morning was harder than every to wake-up, but I’m here… let’s say… trying to be awake.&lt;br /&gt;
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Unfortunately I don’t have pictures to show you anything. I left my camera at home as I didn’t know how safe it would be.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kisses to everybody. Missing to speak portuguese and someone understands me!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkey2002.blogspot.com/feeds/6215085022541321170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7576862469350209616/6215085022541321170?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576862469350209616/posts/default/6215085022541321170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576862469350209616/posts/default/6215085022541321170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkey2002.blogspot.com/2009/04/conversations-at-work-and-turkish-party.html' title='Conversations at work and Turkish Party!'/><author><name>Alex Turco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00296246459602993996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7576862469350209616.post-6777872719378399845</id><published>2008-04-20T17:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:59:11.908-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="AIESEC"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Claudia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="match"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mehmet"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Onur"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="turkish"/><title type='text'>Working and learning Turkish</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;March 18, 2002 - Started to learn turkish and to work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day at work and the first kick on learning this weird language. My day at work was completely free but I noticed that maybe my boss did it to see how I would work without pressure. I decided to work hard then and almost finished 1 week work only in 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7rBeQgpcWdKbc7lInYzwtLBy7J2QryBrEf_TTTYOauvH_41b12fHoIPebRr7ueOwZOjStnwMBNth4VUpJpYgVN301_mdXGKBzKu-AEtzT0dexFzz5f9DZajqVM7CwwOyalVno0-HRlIE/s1600-h/compdep3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190390492838653058&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7rBeQgpcWdKbc7lInYzwtLBy7J2QryBrEf_TTTYOauvH_41b12fHoIPebRr7ueOwZOjStnwMBNth4VUpJpYgVN301_mdXGKBzKu-AEtzT0dexFzz5f9DZajqVM7CwwOyalVno0-HRlIE/s400/compdep3.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I could do more if 2 nerd turks from our IT deppartment didn&#39;t want to install a fingerprint identificator in my machine. There are so many computers here at the office, why mine? Anyway, they expent a lot of time there, almost 2 hours, and always when I tried to check my fingerprint... nothing. I think this cold weather erased my fingerprints. After they left I decided to try more and more and finally I could register it. I hope everyday I can open my computer easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I went to AIESEC office to find out where I can develop my photo film, where I can wash my clothes (in turkish house there isn&#39;t place to wash it, neither a place to hang it to dry), where I can buy some bateries to my digital camera, and so on... I met Onur there and he told me Claudia called him telling she bought a book to learn turkish and wanted to know if I was interested to join her and Katerine, the colombian trainee, to study. For me is great, I&#39;m not going to expend a cent with classes or books because she already have one. We studied till 10pm when I decided to go home. Before go home be brave to walk in 2 degrees weather... but I&#39;m alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses people... today I&#39;m so tired I think I&#39;m not going to have more news tomorrow. I just want to sleep a bit after dinner in my very simple but confortable bed on the floor... at least it is very hot.&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI6gxigq52A_fTud0JNSJcQ1bku-iksmSNndTMk85TwSl9XHhZlS3BO-UChTS2QszknNnKM_woxKlc0dLqcaXPW61YFRH3BF3MC_bv9DlDWcR3K4VXqBQ1b9I6A0lHnC7ym6mfsGGST7E/s1600-h/cama2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190391970307402898&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 163px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI6gxigq52A_fTud0JNSJcQ1bku-iksmSNndTMk85TwSl9XHhZlS3BO-UChTS2QszknNnKM_woxKlc0dLqcaXPW61YFRH3BF3MC_bv9DlDWcR3K4VXqBQ1b9I6A0lHnC7ym6mfsGGST7E/s400/cama2.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-WEIGHT: bold&quot;&gt;March 19, 2002 - I just wanted to sleep, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to go home early and sleep but...&lt;br /&gt;I left work and went home to change my clothes because it was very cold and I was frozen. I dressed 2 moleton pants, 2 t-shirts, a pullover and a jacket over... I was ready to fight against the cold outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t know if there is a work to express it in english but there isn&#39;t in Portuguse... it was not only cold... it was minus 2 degrees. My clothes were enough but my nose frozen. At least only for 20 minutes, when I was walking till AIESEC office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we went to dinner at the same place but this time I decided to try something different... I went for Manti. I liked a lot and I&#39;m thinking about to eat it more times, also because ot is cheaper than Yogurt&#39;lu Kofte. I was starving and only this plate was not enough... I need to eat some bread at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the restaurant Mehmet (one of the AIESEC&#39;ers) destroied my weekend plans. This weekend there will be something for new member and they need some help again. Ok, no problems, next weekend I&#39;m planing to go to Istanbul to 3 Ankara trainees and the next one maybe a brasilian party here. Mehmet also put my film to develop today. Soon I will have some pictures and I already found out that there is a scanner in my company. I just need to convince the guys, in turkish, to scan them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went to a pub to watch Galatasaray (the biggest turkish team) versus Barcelona. Before the game starts I said, just to play, that Barcelona would win for 1x0... guess what happened? Exactly, Barcelona did it for the same score I said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, more than ever, I have to find a safe place to watch the game between Brasil and Turkey for the World Cup. BEcause of this match at the pub I went home to sleep only at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Alex</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkey2002.blogspot.com/feeds/6777872719378399845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7576862469350209616/6777872719378399845?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576862469350209616/posts/default/6777872719378399845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576862469350209616/posts/default/6777872719378399845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkey2002.blogspot.com/2008/04/working-and-learning-turkish.html' title='Working and learning Turkish'/><author><name>Alex Turco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00296246459602993996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7rBeQgpcWdKbc7lInYzwtLBy7J2QryBrEf_TTTYOauvH_41b12fHoIPebRr7ueOwZOjStnwMBNth4VUpJpYgVN301_mdXGKBzKu-AEtzT0dexFzz5f9DZajqVM7CwwOyalVno0-HRlIE/s72-c/compdep3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7576862469350209616.post-3471722757086323893</id><published>2008-04-14T22:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:59:12.437-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="AIESEC"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ankara"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Claudia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marcia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snow"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel"/><title type='text'>Ankara city tour and pic-nic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;March 16, 2002 - Ankara’s adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning from yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;After work I went to Anadolu University to a AIESEC new member presentation. I didn’t understand anything they said at the entire presentation but at the end they asked me a help to talk about myself and my expectations. I talked about how is to be a changing agent but I think they have another idea about this traineeship. There was a guy translating to turkish what I was talking but I’m really sure they didn’t understand anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met the colombian trainee. She is an English teacher here in Eskisehir but sadly she works on Saturdays and will not join us in our weekend trips.&lt;br /&gt;After the presentation I went to Claudia’s house to do something because it was Friday! Eskisehir is a young town but it was too cold outside and I think everybody decided to stay at home. We walked a lot looking for something. We found a techno party in a place that seems to be the city point but we didn’t enter because it was a bit expensive. Finally we decided to come back home, but it was fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Wake-up was dificult... the bus leaves to Ankara at 9... we got it without problems and 3 hours later, we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm6tSx4lkumR8zjvhCRWH1tqzT017GV5lLl888bVe33Rv6cgIbpcrfYdP-w6Pjwh5YlzkuS2qgql66qXKxLjhULKQdczjWwNYaGNAutSGqnlr-wtX9dodMxFgz-25vEHXeW2svSxO0adQ/s1600-h/Trip.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 239px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm6tSx4lkumR8zjvhCRWH1tqzT017GV5lLl888bVe33Rv6cgIbpcrfYdP-w6Pjwh5YlzkuS2qgql66qXKxLjhULKQdczjWwNYaGNAutSGqnlr-wtX9dodMxFgz-25vEHXeW2svSxO0adQ/s320/Trip.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189266328098597906&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AIESEC Ankara is very nice... it is a house... yelow... at the corner. I checked my e-mails there and we left to a city tour guided by 2 AIESEC’ers I don’t remember the names. We went to Ataturk mausoleum - this man is the national hero because he made a lot of important things. From there to a huge mosque, very nice... I can’t describe. Then, we went to a book store because Claudia wanted to buy something to learn turkish and then, back to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted a place to dance a bit, have som fun... but we decided to go to a cafe and we stayed there, just talking. After 40 minutes, 2 people came over, one of them Marcia, a brasilian trainee from Curitiba - Paraná. It was enough for us to make a party at the place because I had in my backpack some samba and forró CD’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj463WYw9L0VcQ5Di-CUgHtLg9CgxRE2ZzMGNlyy6Q4Zh3K1swxpLLxbhlidF03hyErjf0IQPMJxW1Kuxm_YzV60134J9m0TWqoE6dretSrkUqZPBvLWEJkoQBbGwkKPaDpMvLb-hJn_Po/s1600-h/Lunching.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 177px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj463WYw9L0VcQ5Di-CUgHtLg9CgxRE2ZzMGNlyy6Q4Zh3K1swxpLLxbhlidF03hyErjf0IQPMJxW1Kuxm_YzV60134J9m0TWqoE6dretSrkUqZPBvLWEJkoQBbGwkKPaDpMvLb-hJn_Po/s400/Lunching.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189266800545000482&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving a “brasilian way” I convinced them to put the CDs to play. The rest of the night was only dancing and making them believe that we knew how to dance samba and forró. But I think they were a bit terrifyed because here they don’t dance so close to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this dancing night we went to an AIESEC’er house to sleep. There, I still had time to try to teach her and Claudia some forró and samba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more adventures tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;March 17, 2002 - Picnic on the snow??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day of adventures in Ankara!&lt;br /&gt;Wake-up early again... 9 am the bus leaves to pic-nic. We paid more than was agreed before, but it is ok... what metters is the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting there, 1 hour by bus, I saw a white stuff on the ground... I thought it was something like foam. To my surprise it was snow! I saw snow the first time in my life. The first thing I did when I left the bus was to run to this snow and make a snow ball  I took some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjskuXQIm7um0US3PYBh5TF_SHMGr3fNjGXYAWJ6Cga3tXArN8J6x04MTnovCuM0wNtjMWw2xwRIxqGyIMGzZPDb8g9mO_WiZWaE9rn6D58SJRDvI_6jsYHg_bDZ01Bl9ztXWNiJt6YrmQ/s1600-h/Alex_Marcia_Neve.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 197px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjskuXQIm7um0US3PYBh5TF_SHMGr3fNjGXYAWJ6Cga3tXArN8J6x04MTnovCuM0wNtjMWw2xwRIxqGyIMGzZPDb8g9mO_WiZWaE9rn6D58SJRDvI_6jsYHg_bDZ01Bl9ztXWNiJt6YrmQ/s400/Alex_Marcia_Neve.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189267255811533874&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was very curious to know how was a turkish pic-nic in a place with snow. Well, turk stuff, chicken legs barbecue with bread (of course). When the chicken legs got finished they appear with some snacks and cakes... saved the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they have some different games.. we played some... but as the time was passing cloder was getting. The temperature was around 5 degrees celcius maximum. Was very hard but I survived and around 5pm we came back to the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the pic-nic to the bus station... from there to Eskisehir (3 hours by bus). Arriving here at the city a surprise... 2 degrees!! Guys, you know, I’m from Rio... I can’t live with this temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I did was go home and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and hugs to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkey2002.blogspot.com/feeds/3471722757086323893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7576862469350209616/3471722757086323893?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576862469350209616/posts/default/3471722757086323893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576862469350209616/posts/default/3471722757086323893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkey2002.blogspot.com/2008/04/ankara-city-tour-and-pic-nic.html' title='Ankara city tour and pic-nic'/><author><name>Alex Turco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00296246459602993996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm6tSx4lkumR8zjvhCRWH1tqzT017GV5lLl888bVe33Rv6cgIbpcrfYdP-w6Pjwh5YlzkuS2qgql66qXKxLjhULKQdczjWwNYaGNAutSGqnlr-wtX9dodMxFgz-25vEHXeW2svSxO0adQ/s72-c/Trip.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7576862469350209616.post-761990841361363373</id><published>2008-04-09T20:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:59:14.505-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="AIESEC"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ankara"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Burak"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Endel"/><title type='text'>First day working</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;March 14, 2002 - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;_Toc195516024&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to Company&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everybody!&lt;br /&gt;Today morning I went again to the University to help AIESEC at the presentations and after that, Aysa drove me till the company (Endel) to meet my boss (Mr. Burak) and everything else. The company I will work is far away from the city, inside of an industrial zone, but as there is a company bus, it is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187345148894979730&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYJ4HDa20ErZnuDYD_dV8P_tE4OJutdtFuwVXcdCmzYqbTLyS0ny2iNNv0jQSQbPWCJZhSNIsqwEIKAOskoEIPaf5tjV-0GWGJtt8MfoihYpHwp3hwIDyrsS6XK-DNo4a4qoCwKjGkK6g/s400/Endel01.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for sometime and I asked him the friday off... as you know, I`m brasilian and friday is not a day to start working... and he accepted... he is a great person :) I liked him a lot at the first day :)&lt;br /&gt;The big problem I will have here is about the language as nobody speaks english, only turkish... the only one who speaks is my boss but I need to get used to his turkish accent. When he speaks slowly it is easy. Besides that, I`m not going to have ICQ but probably MSN messenger... I still don&#39;t know, on monday I tell you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I&#39;m here waiting for the time when the bus leaves to go to AIESEC office and from there, organize my trip to Istanbul where I might to be to my friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s all for now. Maybe tomorrow I send an e-mail from Istanbul, I don&#39;t know yet how it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 15, 2002 -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;_Toc195516025&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt; First working day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everybody!&lt;br /&gt;As you all can see I didn&#39;t go to Istanbul because my friends are not going to be there this weekends, then I decided to come to work. I hope my boss liked it :)&lt;br /&gt;A dam cold early morning.. I woke-up at 6:30 am and almost got frozen when I put my nose out of home. Yesterday I made my bed on the floor using the pads from the sofa. I will take a picture soon. Talking about pictures, I can&#39;t find the bateries to my camera here... I think I made a very bad buy... would be better if I had a discman here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Burak (my boss) showed me the process we are going to remodel and if I have some space and time I will do a lot of changes because the actual database works but very bad organized. This is for future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUW12qzbuz5dqtyq_-6bjDXxuq0l_Uy2U23Xga10DqIVPMzwi5VxR5sSfWfbraNx9U0ybxlVmFgLjEjpmD9yikbH50hgDgsK2BLdHTvyC0FhEuyaUT0mhSm9pqislJsMbmD1XuGGURgAw/s1600-h/compdep1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187345995003537058&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUW12qzbuz5dqtyq_-6bjDXxuq0l_Uy2U23Xga10DqIVPMzwi5VxR5sSfWfbraNx9U0ybxlVmFgLjEjpmD9yikbH50hgDgsK2BLdHTvyC0FhEuyaUT0mhSm9pqislJsMbmD1XuGGURgAw/s320/compdep1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a computer now and as there was a room empty, only with some boxes and old stuffs, I asked to use it. Now I have my own room, with telephone and everything :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about good things... yesterday I was very sad that my plans to go to Istanbul failed but the AIESEC guys discovered the trainees in Ankara were organizing a pic-nic on saturday and on sunday a small sightseeing at the city. I already bought the bus ticket.. I just don`t know if I`m going there alone or if Claudia (the german trainee) will join me. Sad that the colombian trainee can not join us because she works on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bad news... I can&#39;t use ICQ or MSN or Yahoo Messenger... as I see we will need to schedule a time to chat somewhere on the web. Another thing is that I didn&#39;t find out how to call to Brasil without pay here, but paying there. The people here only uses mobile and I will expend a lot of money calling them. I hope I can call mobiles from the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s all for now.. I liked very much the job as I&#39;m going to plan, map the process and develop a system to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and I miss you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex (my name here)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkey2002.blogspot.com/feeds/761990841361363373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7576862469350209616/761990841361363373?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576862469350209616/posts/default/761990841361363373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576862469350209616/posts/default/761990841361363373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkey2002.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-day-working.html' title='First day working'/><author><name>Alex Turco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00296246459602993996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYJ4HDa20ErZnuDYD_dV8P_tE4OJutdtFuwVXcdCmzYqbTLyS0ny2iNNv0jQSQbPWCJZhSNIsqwEIKAOskoEIPaf5tjV-0GWGJtt8MfoihYpHwp3hwIDyrsS6XK-DNo4a4qoCwKjGkK6g/s72-c/Endel01.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7576862469350209616.post-7067858419216517850</id><published>2008-04-05T17:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:59:15.019-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="AIESEC"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anadolu"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Claudia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eskisehir"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel"/><title type='text'>In Eskisehir</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;March 12, 2002 - Finally in Eskisehir!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in Istanbul we almost lost the bus that was leaving from Besiktas to the Bus Station (Otogar), but everything went right. After some difficulties to understand what the people at the bus station and inside the bus were speaking, finally I got here at Eskisehir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a lotion inside the bus that they offer to everybody to clean the hands and as I could noticed they get furious if you don’t acept it. After 6 hours by bus, in a better one then the one I came from Athens to Istanbul, I arrived in Eskisehir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3eQcnQylxXsUCGnHvwliWraNfdBpR-24rxqaYzrHL9RUwKc2trxAFBASKD5uLUipn2335gkYYBACUbr3_gGXpWS7NwRhFctxnrSIofXXcgipeOZW_9RiV-WJhDUd24KajQNz8uMnkAg/s1600-h/Istanbul_to_Eskisehir3.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3eQcnQylxXsUCGnHvwliWraNfdBpR-24rxqaYzrHL9RUwKc2trxAFBASKD5uLUipn2335gkYYBACUbr3_gGXpWS7NwRhFctxnrSIofXXcgipeOZW_9RiV-WJhDUd24KajQNz8uMnkAg/s400/Istanbul_to_Eskisehir3.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185865166250424546&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I’ve been studing and asking to my friends, Eskisehir is a city with 700 thousands inhabitans where the most of them are university students. There are 2 huge universities here and a river that cross the city and people say it’s the city point. Let’s see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m already stabilished in my new home. My roomates are cool but I didn`t have time to talk to them. I saw only a little bit from the city, just knew some streets around where I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stay for longer here because I already answered tons of mails and it will get expensive. Soon I will be working and can send these e-mails from the office... what will be easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;March 13, 2002 - Exploring Eskisehir!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everybody! I`m already exploring the city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Anadolu University... that place is great... seems like the universities shown on movies. I almost asked how I could finish my graduation here. I helped AIESEC people in some class presentations and then I went together to my new friend Onur (you will read a lot about him in the future) to walk around. We played table tenis, where I lost, but was interesting to learn the numbers till 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the university we went to the office where there was a meeting to new AIESEC member. Then, we went dinner... the food here is really spicy... I hope my stomach supports for a little more till I find something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJY11uZHX0_ON8HeQW36uqPogltdYgR09jpy-e1tuhRgTaUE5RMdknOs6Z5BPhp6AYZe5tmc-SyI4hBlMw4JxOJvqn_BWolWcBpnHMMAV0jCUpl_C_fyhqwnJYXacbWFmHEcA6tTFYXGk/s1600-h/Alex_Galera1_13_3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJY11uZHX0_ON8HeQW36uqPogltdYgR09jpy-e1tuhRgTaUE5RMdknOs6Z5BPhp6AYZe5tmc-SyI4hBlMw4JxOJvqn_BWolWcBpnHMMAV0jCUpl_C_fyhqwnJYXacbWFmHEcA6tTFYXGk/s320/Alex_Galera1_13_3.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185847707208366274&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a german trainee here, Claudia, and we went there to her house to a small party... what was really fun! I drank a red vodka from Finland and came back home a bit drunk... but it’s OK.. at least I remember everything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and Hugs!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkey2002.blogspot.com/feeds/7067858419216517850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7576862469350209616/7067858419216517850?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576862469350209616/posts/default/7067858419216517850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576862469350209616/posts/default/7067858419216517850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkey2002.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-eskisehir.html' title='In Eskisehir'/><author><name>Alex Turco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00296246459602993996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3eQcnQylxXsUCGnHvwliWraNfdBpR-24rxqaYzrHL9RUwKc2trxAFBASKD5uLUipn2335gkYYBACUbr3_gGXpWS7NwRhFctxnrSIofXXcgipeOZW_9RiV-WJhDUd24KajQNz8uMnkAg/s72-c/Istanbul_to_Eskisehir3.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7576862469350209616.post-1295731614925558672</id><published>2008-04-04T10:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2013-07-17T21:11:54.444-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Long way to Turkey - 2nd part</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;9th March 2002 – Finally in Istambul...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After 22 hours by bus I’m in Istanbul. Just to start I didn’t have Turkish Lira (very smart) and I don’t know their language. It was a bit complicated to find a place where I could exchange my money and buy a telephone card.&lt;br /&gt;
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I decided to ask a help inside of a store where there were some telephones but the person didn’t know any english. At the end we could understand each other and he helped me, exchanged some money to me and called my friend Hakan that came there to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;
Right now I’m in his house. Already tasted turkish food. I liked but it is very spicy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Still talking about my greek adventure, after right the last e-mail I went eat something and then decided to try to find the Olympic Complex. That place is great, huge! As I didn’t have permission to be there (but I didn’t know), I was forced to leave the place. This was funny because the guy didn’t speak any english and we had to ask some help from people that were there. After some translation, finally I understood that I was not welcome there. J&lt;br /&gt;
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The bus trip was hard, I’m very tired. 22 hours inside of a very old and unconfortable bus, nobody deserves that, but that was my choice to come to Turkey… the cheapest one by the way. As I didn’t know how to buy things in greek durring the way and we only stopped in some very small places I didn’t even eat on the way. Anyway, I’m alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tomorrow will be a long day. I need to meet Zeki, a turkish guy who wants to open a ConnAction (NGO I work in Brasil) here in Turkey and also meet a friend that teached me some turkish while I was still in Rio.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;10th March 2002 – Yeah, I’m really in Turkey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I was in Hakan’s home but as it is far from everywhere I decided to call to Azade, the friend I talked before who lives close to Intanbul Downtonw in a place called Ortaköy. It doesn’t mean I didn’t like there, it was very nice place, but I would like to know the city and also meet her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Almost night and she got there with a very nice guy, Kenan, that is engineer and her friend. We went to her house and from there to walk around, closed to Bosforo canal that is very closed to her home. After eat something we came back home because it was very cold… at least to me but to them it was a nice night to walk.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we came back I showed her Guaraná and she got crazy. They never saw it before, even heard about it here. I met also another friend of her that was going to show me the city at the next day as she had to work. I was so tired that I slept at the couch as a small child.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ahh.. Azade decided to give me a nickname “Samba Man”. She thinks I know how to dance samba… lets see&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;11th March 2002 – Unreal day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Guys, today was a very weird day. I woke-up and took a shower. The bathroom here is weird, there is a whole on the groud to do the stuffs. Then, decided to call Zeki. As he lived 1 year in Brasil he knows portuguese, what was great, we spoke english the entire day. Image the scene, my second day in Turkey, walking around to a turkish guy, only speaking portuguese. J We visited Besiktas, Üsküdar and Taksim where the AIESEC Istanbul office is.&lt;br /&gt;
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After that I met Azade, we bought the bus ticket to Eskisehir (11 million turkish liras) and went back to her home as it was getting colder. All turkish are millionaires here! Everything is in millions. We came back together to another friend of her, a big guy that I don’t remember the name. At home, far from the cold weather, we saw some pictures from her and some stuff I brought from Brasil. She asked me to drink Guaraná again… I think that guaraná is really aphodisiac.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next contact I will be in Eskisehir!&lt;br /&gt;
Kisses!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkey2002.blogspot.com/feeds/1295731614925558672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7576862469350209616/1295731614925558672?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576862469350209616/posts/default/1295731614925558672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576862469350209616/posts/default/1295731614925558672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkey2002.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-way-to-turkey-2nd-part.html' title='Long way to Turkey - 2nd part'/><author><name>Alex Turco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00296246459602993996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMMEnOB9nINqpENcge5QbLn7OHeKQ2Ev-5GWPOkK9e_1Db-2Nk4yXHhg1JakQU94_0S0twoJqRiN6YnV_mbszKcOmHB7hgVG6bo2qpDVS8SolDL6R_7q62YVHFgS1f00O0F6RMMkQbPBg/s72-c/turquia9_.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7576862469350209616.post-8334370995202044315</id><published>2008-04-02T14:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:59:15.733-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Long way to Turkey - 1st part</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5th March 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hi everybody... I&#39;m sending this first e-mail to test if it works and to tell you that I&#39;m leaving tomorrow (wednesday) morning. I&#39;m departing deom International airport at 11:40. Arriving in Sao Paulo (SP) I will try to send another message. I will try to write from all airports and in Athens I may do it as I will expend 1 day there. My pictures I can only upload when I arrive in Eskisehir. Maybe if I&#39;m lucky and one of my Istanbul friends have a good computer I do it from there.&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s all.&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and hugs and wish the best to me (I&#39;m ansious). Kendine iyi bak (take care) sonra görüþürüz (see you soon) hoþakal (bye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6th March - Arrived in Sao Paulo &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgukMQmKlSCeDFJF9XNvYziX7nDEpzJuvLbsWVoebyoYdO5gb94GirwreWbh3_rxDWFVJbwKQJQp8SxqmdKvLfVDQLVqTgV9f1_0x0a8S_SZF47h4GTaEgqrtmFtcyJYFEFsitByqRxfME/s1600-h/Alex_Aviao01.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184727158830774418&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgukMQmKlSCeDFJF9XNvYziX7nDEpzJuvLbsWVoebyoYdO5gb94GirwreWbh3_rxDWFVJbwKQJQp8SxqmdKvLfVDQLVqTgV9f1_0x0a8S_SZF47h4GTaEgqrtmFtcyJYFEFsitByqRxfME/s320/Alex_Aviao01.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As I said, I would send news from everywhere I stopped. I&#39;m in Guarulhos (SP) right now at the International airport. The flight was fine and fast, only 45 minutes. I&#39;m a bit lost here whithout know what to do till the next flight. Imagine when I&#39;m in Amsterdam :)&lt;br /&gt;I found a place to stay in Istanbul, my friend Hakan told me I can sleep in his house... great! In Athens I still don&#39;t know what to do but I&#39;m thinking about to leave the airport and go to a hostel, but I&#39;m still deciding. I hope I can go to Achropolisand some other places. Well, I will have a lot of time to think about that till I get there.&lt;br /&gt;Bye! See you in Amsterdan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th March - In Amsterdam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I&#39;m in Amsterdam... waiting my flight to Athens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight till here was fine. Before the flight depart I started to speak in English (as I had to start to use it) to a lady seating by my side. After some minutes we realized that we both were brasilians :) I met also another brasilian girl at the flight as she was seating in front of us and heared portuguese being spoken. We talked the whole flight. Unfortunately both had to take another flight in Amstedam and I was alone again... and now in Europe, for the first time, by myself, speaking my very bad english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn&#39;t like Amsterdam, specially because was 10 degrees in the Sun. As I was there I decided to take a boat tour to know the rivers... that was interesting...&lt;br /&gt;Everything here is expensive... uau! I&#39;m not going to dinner here and wait till Athens. I ate enought at the flight.&lt;br /&gt;The airport here is amazing, then I&#39;m waiting my flight here.&lt;br /&gt;Let me go now because my Internet time is finishing. I send more news from Athens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8th March - In Athens and the adventure started&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Amsterdam and came to Athens... nice flight... only 3 hours and I ate a lot. Arrived around 1am (local time). As I didn&#39;t eat in Amsterdam, I ate a lot at the flight. :)&lt;br /&gt;As it was late I couldn&#39;t go to downtown to check the hostels and I decided to do what people were doing... relax and rest a bit at the airport seats. I didn&#39;t rest much because I couldn&#39;t sleep... I&#39;m without sleep since I left Brasil, 4 days ago and I think I will only relax when I get in Eskisehir. From time to time I walked around asking where the bus station was... knowbody knew that there was a International bus station... I really started to get worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5am I saw a group of forengners with a book about Athens... then I had an idea: or ask them or buy a similar book at the store. Of course I asked them to check the book and later I went to the store to get some more information, without buy anything :) Finally I found the bus station... or lets say... a bus stop. One good news is the bus ticket from airport to downtown I can use 24 hours in all public transportation... great... I&#39;m using subway to go everywhere for free. I&#39;m just a bit shy because I&#39;m the only one not registering the ticket when getting into the subway station because it is already validated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already visited everything I planned... Achropolis, Pathernon, the National Museum, Athens Academy and some other places I don&#39;t remember the name. They are building the Olympic Stadium here but I don&#39;t know if I&#39;m going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184727601212405922&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkZKLMDBBLyfE84nS_wj56EGD-Ld2XZaiEye_JODIdJV_VTB6jtEFRvXC2V_EGgWwDegZuES7_AmLaGROLnRcm5q-CTIMQ9INzNKaUomeMO0SrQ4PxybxCwGmwAQLAFvX9vi4rkavzfho/s320/Alex+and+ruins.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;Well, here is 12:20 and I have to do samething till 7 pm, or earlier as I left my luggage in a pseudo-locker... I hope it is still there :) Talking about luggage, one of the cachaça bottles was broken when I got here. Now I have only 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go guys because I&#39;m here for a long time. See you all in Istanbul! 24 hours by bus till there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkey2002.blogspot.com/feeds/8334370995202044315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7576862469350209616/8334370995202044315?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576862469350209616/posts/default/8334370995202044315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576862469350209616/posts/default/8334370995202044315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkey2002.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-way-to-turkey-1st-part.html' title='Long way to Turkey - 1st part'/><author><name>Alex Turco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00296246459602993996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgukMQmKlSCeDFJF9XNvYziX7nDEpzJuvLbsWVoebyoYdO5gb94GirwreWbh3_rxDWFVJbwKQJQp8SxqmdKvLfVDQLVqTgV9f1_0x0a8S_SZF47h4GTaEgqrtmFtcyJYFEFsitByqRxfME/s72-c/Alex_Aviao01.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7576862469350209616.post-2297701624638375118</id><published>2008-04-01T15:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:46:50.384-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="AIESEC"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="portuguese"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="presentation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Turkey"/><title type='text'>Presentation</title><content type='html'>This blog is to post all messages I sent by e-mail to my famully and friends when I was in a traineeship in Turkey from march to october 2002. At that time there wasn&#39;t Blogs, then everyday I wrote an e-mail to tell to my friends what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there to work in as an IT analyst by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.aiesec.org/&quot;&gt;AIESEC&lt;/a&gt; interchange and of course to travel around and there were many adventures you all will see at the next posts. I will try to keep the wording the same I used in my e-mails, always putting a date to reference that it was in the past, in 2002, 6 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an english version of the original Blog where I&#39;m posting the original texts in portuguese (&lt;a href=&quot;http://xandturquia.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;xandturquia.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;), then I&#39;m sorry if something weird is writtenbecause my english is not perfect and some words are also hard to translate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy the trip at the next posts! See you in Turkey 2002!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turkey2002.blogspot.com/feeds/2297701624638375118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7576862469350209616/2297701624638375118?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576862469350209616/posts/default/2297701624638375118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576862469350209616/posts/default/2297701624638375118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turkey2002.blogspot.com/2008/04/presentation.html' title='Presentation'/><author><name>Alex Turco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00296246459602993996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>