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After I was done with my meal, and after I sat for a moment, I was ready to pay for my meal. There were a row of hostels near the main attractions of the city that I noticed when I took a walk around there during the day, so I was checking out that area when a man who stood in front of one hostel, which was plainly called ‘Istanbul Hostel’ was looking at me and he asked, Do you need any help? I can help you.’ He looked like he really wanted to help, so I decided to enter the hostel. The man introduced himself as Recep (a common male Turkish name, with the ‘c’ pronounced like a ‘j’ sound) and he was the owner of Istanbul Hostel.
He commented that Turkish girls weren’t like they used to be.The man who took my order had a worried look on his face, when he carried my food over to me. Later the waiter who tried to get me to go on the roof with him, gave me a cup of chy turkce (Turkish tea; it’s served all the time in Turkey) and he put his hands together with a smile on his face and put one hand over his heart.I was glad when the manti came; I concentrated on it very hard, entertaining myself with my thoughts. I sighed but drank the tea because I loved chai turkce; I had several cups of it every day because random people kept serving it to me everywhere I went. At first, I stayed with a Turkish friend of mine, but, after one week of staying with her, we had a silent falling out (I will explain in another Istanbul Memories confession later) and I was out one night looking for a hostel to stay at for the rest of the duration of my stay in Istanbul.When we got to his apartment, I discovered that his apartment was several floors.His bedroom was in the floor above from the floor where I was going to stay.