Know Your Neighborhood Drummer
Helpful reader Bulent Murtezaoglu offers a valuable piece of pre-Bayram advice: Know your drummer!
"He'll go door to door asking for money tomorrow. At least you know what yours looks like. It used to be not that uncommon for several to show up, each claiming he's the real one and the others are fake. The joke below is actually based on real pamphlets you'd occasionally see:"
It's a picture of Mr. Prime Minister Erdoğan and the top says "I am this neighborhood's drummer. Don't give money to any other drummer." I don't know what the rest says, 'cause my Turkish regresses daily. I bet it's funny though!
I'm so glad I got up at 4am to take a picture of my drummer. I would hate to reward an imposter for waking me up every single day between 3am and 4am this month.
Iyi Bayramlar indeed!
Oh, the punchline is "those who don't want to pay me can just leave this neighborhood." You probably know what that is referring to, no?
Posted by: Bulent Murtezaoglu | October 11, 2007 at 04:35 PM
Oh. Well. Yes. I think I catch that meaning.
Posted by: carpetblogger | October 11, 2007 at 04:51 PM
Sorry to leave this as a comment on your blog, but couldn't find an email address. Anyway, if you've got a Facebook account, I invite you to join a new group I've set up to start some kind of communication and cooperation between Armenian, Azerbaijani, and Georgian bloggers. In fact, I'd like it to include the surrounding region, especially Turkey.
Anyway, the group is at:
http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=5735179012&ref=mf
Please invite others as well.
Posted by: Onnik Krikorian | October 13, 2007 at 03:03 PM