First of all, let me thank my friend Justin Cannon for helping me to review this post, and correct any English mistakes. :)
In
previous posts, I spoke about how I ended up living in Istanbul
without ever planning to.
In
this post, I am going to explain a bit about what that was like, to
suddenly be in a different country in which you don’t speak the
language, and you can’t work legally to support yourself.
When
I finished my planned vacation and the time finally came for me to
leave Istanbul to return to Syria, I couldn't The borders on both
the Syrian and Turkish side were closed (though, I found out three
months later that the crossing was only closed for a few days to cars
- not people - but what can I say? Media!). Since I had told the
founders of the Serbian Travel Club at which I was staying that I was
only staying for three days, It was really embarrassing for me to
tell them that, in fact, I couldn't leave. The club has a maximum
five day policy in order to offer free accommodation to as many
travelers as possible, so I felt that I had exhausted my opportunity
and now was infringing on others’ as well.
The
first week after I surrendered to the idea that I couldn't just go back
home was horrible. I spent my days reading the news, trying to figure
out when I would finally have the chance to return. I also waited for
news from my family to at least know that they were still alive, but
that was impossible since there was no electricity in Aleppo -
sometimes for days at a time. There were Internet and cell phone
outages for weeks. So I felt isolated, alone, and completely in the
dark about the situation of my family and friends back in Syria.
And
to make matters worse, I had no money. As I said before, I wasn't planning on staying here, so I didn't have much money on me.
Sure,
plenty of people have their own money problems. But they’re not in
a foreign country on their own.
Buying
food was the easiest problem to manage. I used to buy only the
cheapest things that could fill my stomach. Several times, I skipped
meals to save money.
I
lost 15 kg in a matter of three months.
Sometimes,
lunch was a piece of bread and a glass of ayran. Fruit? Forget it.
Luckily,
this didn't last long. Ramadan was near which meant the Turkish
government would soon offer free food and water during “iftar”
(the period at the end of fasting) each day.
I
went there on foot every day, traveling 11km both ways (according to Google
Earth) to save on transportation money.
It
was very strange for me, and I felt ashamed when I collected the
left-overs. But I must survive, and at least it’s easier than
asking people for money. I wouldn't ask anyone; I would just take
the left-overs while I pretended to be cleaning.
So,
this is how I manage to survive the first month while spending almost
no money. Free accommodation from the Travel Club and free food from
the government. It was difficult, but being surrounded by all the
nice people in the Travel Club, especially the founders, made it
easier for me.
After
apologizing a few times that I was overstaying my welcome at the
club, they told me I could stay for the two months,
which is as long as the Travel club project lasted.
That
first month, I read the news every day, hoping and waiting to hear
that the borders were open and functional.
But
after several weeks of waiting, I lost hope. I felt that I had no
choice but to accept my current situation and start looking for a
source of income.
I
started looking for a job in big shopping malls and computer chain
stores, since I’m experience in computer-related stuff. I was a
part-time IT consultant, IT manager, and maintenance contractor back
in Syria. But here in Turkey, it’s a different story. After
visiting the malls and the computer stores, I understood that without
being able to speak Turkish or having a Turkish National ID number
and job permit (which is almost impossible to get and costs between
1700 and 3000 dollars), it’s impossible for a guy like me to get a
job here.
So,
after two days of walking on foot all around this big city looking
for a job, I was sure what I wasn’t going to be able to find the
same standard of job that I used to have in Syria. I started lowering
my expectation and started visiting restaurants, flower stores, pizza
shops, cafes, supermarkets, and Internet cafes asking for anything.
Dish-washing, cleaning, food preparation, anything! (By the way, yes,
I asked the workers at the “iftar place” if they could give me a
job. You guessed it, they laughed and said no, thinking I was some
sort of stranger tourist, crazy and joking, I guess?)
After
awhile, it wasn't insulting anymore to be asked the same questions
and receiving the same answers over and over again, in every place I
searched for a job. They asked, “What can you do?” I’d say I
was a computer engineer and technician. “What kind of job are you
looking for?” Anything available, I’d reply. “Ha, sorry. We
have no job for you.”
It
was very difficult. I’d never had such feeling in my entire life.
And it wasn't about the money. My friends were supporting me, and I
had money transferred to me from time to time.
But
I’m not used to taking charity and sitting at home. I’m not that
kind of person. It’s hard for me to ask for money from anyone. So,
often, I had only a few coins in my pocket - enough to buy some chips
and a can of cola.
Yeah,
it was very difficult. I even started to envy scavengers when I would
see them at their work. I started to envy people that I’d see
smoking in the streets. I started to think, “Oh. . . they buy
cigarettes. They must have a job!”
But
I couldn't do anything about it.
The
days were passing me by, and the time had come for the Serbian Travel
Club to close. So I had to move out. The founders of the Club were
very nice and offered that I travel with them to Serbia. We went
together to the Serbian Consulate in Istanbul to ask about the
procedure. They said it was very easy and definitely possible, so for
the first time in a long time, I felt secure. Finally, I had a plan
in case I couldn't find a job or place to stay. I wouldn't have
to sleep on the streets.
And,
sure enough, the project finished. They had to close the club, and I
had to move out. . .
I
had to stay alone in this huge city - without friends, without anyone
to visit or call or speak with. I started feeling sad when I saw
people laughing, sitting in cafes, joking and conversing. I was all
alone for days and days after leaving the Club.
It
was a very awful and sad feeling for me, for many reasons which I
will explain in my next posts. . .
From a Syrian who's living in Istanbul, With love.
Mawaheb,
ReplyDeleteI had to make a great effort to hold the tears while I read your text. It would be hard enough to read it if I didn't know you. But as I know you, it's quite hard not to cry.
I'm extremely sorry that you've gone through all of that and that other Syrians are also facing a very hard time. I really hope this war will come to an end soon.
Anyway, I'm glad that you've managed to survive this devastating period and is in a better situation now. I hope your family is fine and I wish you all of the best.
Take care,
Vinícius
oh. am sorry Mr.Vinicius ! if i knew that it will cause you tears i wouldn't write it !
Deletebut you encouraged me to start writing remember? :D
yes, my situation now is really much much more better, Details to come in upcoming posts :)
looking forward to meet you again when you come back to Istanbul !
Mawaheb.
Hello Mawaheb!
ReplyDeleteGood luck to you. I hope you come back to your country soon.
Take care!
Thank you for taking time to read it.
Deleteand thank you for the comment :)
Mawaheb.
Dear M.M.S
ReplyDeleteI am jealous of yr bravery of writing about this
I am looking forward to see y
all the best
omar andron
Thank you for passing by :)
Deletehope to see you soon as well :)
Mawaheb.
I, m very sad to hear that you face all this situations. I hop to meet u agian..
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