Wray, I am thrilled to have saved the day. My random memories are good for something afterall! And I like the group therapy idea!

I want some ecmek, all other bread is "wussy" bread.

Amen.

I got the idea that Sourdough bread, found everywhere in San Francisco, was about as good as the Ecmek. They kind of look the same too!

do you remember that kind of melon they had in Turkey (sorry I'm mixing up my discussion groups here, we were talking about the AFEX...), was it called Kavun? It was sort of a cross between cantaloupe and honeydew, and I've never had anything just like it again. Also, remember Fruco (sp)? A carbonated Turkish drink that was really good. I did miss real Coke. I remember they had "Cola-Coka" and "Mr. Cola"...NOT the same.

oh wait this wasn't the place that was talking about the AFEX--my stream of conscienceness is getting the best of me.........

Sourdough bread is not the real deal. I think that ecmek is whole wheat. When ever we went up to Bolu(?) to go hunting, the Turks and us would pack our pockets with ecmek, some kind of white cheese, and onions. It sure would fill you up and keep you from getting hungry. BTW, their rifles were pre WWI .

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Excuse the typo THINK. I am like you Mary, the discussions are getting all mixed up.

Don't for get Gazuse(?)With Vodka?

Roger:

Did you ever have trouble with the Turkish gangs in at Star Apt.s? I learned to run like the wind from those boys. They would never meet you one on one always in a group.

One time Kevin (my Brother) and I found ourselves alone with the leader in our elevator. Big bad boy became a real suck up to Americans at that time.

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One time Kevin (my Brother) and I found ourselves alone with the leader in our elevator. Big bad boy became a real suck up to Americans at that time.

Elevator! You had an elevator? Man, I had to trudge up those 6 flights everyday. Elevator indeed, man you lived in Luxury. No Fair!

Yeah Brian,
I once started getting onto an elevator with three Turks. I got punched in the face knocking me back into the mailboxes located in the area. I jumped up and started to run back into the car and Rick (brother) grabbed me and pulled me back as the doors shut. When I asked him why he said one of them had a switchblade opened.

Closest I ever came to losing out over there.

Roger, that reminds me of the time I came out of the movie-- there I was just coming out of a movie, thinking about the movie or the ending-- and right into the middle of a fight that was going on with a whole lot of Turks and John Batt. We all jumped in to help him, he got hit on the head, and had a really deep wound to the his head. It was over really quickly after the movie let out. There were hundreds of Americans by then, so the Turks took off. I asked John about that night, he said he doesn't remember much from that night.

Mary:
BTW, I remember the "Picnic".
Patrick

They also made a French loaf called frangula(sp)
We lived on the local economy mostly because there was not much in the PX. No fresh items at all. No coke except big bottles of coke surup that you charged up with a seltzer bottle. Yuk. The only milk that they had was in powder form called klim. Still makes me sick to think about it. My mother would make me drink one glass aday. Yuk I learned that it you drank the whole glass at one time and hold your breath as long as you could, you would not taste it. When coming back to the ZI, we flew from Ankara on some kind of Turkish airline to Rome and on somethig else to Zurich. Got my first fresh milk in two years. What a couple of milkshakes