In a small town near the Agean cost I went to mechanics to fix the car. The mechanics is a poet who published his first poem book last year, was on stage this year to read his poems at the town's one only open theater.. His name is Isa meaning Jesus. He listens to classic music while working.
Everything seemed romantic and quirky, till the second day in the shop. After he fixed the car he said "jump in and we will do a test drive" and asked me if i ever want to be a witness in a religous wedding that is going to be at the next 10 minutes. "We will do the test drive to my place, my wife is waiting and you will get the chance to see my house". My thought went in between what a bid and is he joking. Before he hit the road he asked Mehmet Usta to jump in the car to be witness also. So i was with a total stranger, half eccentric and half poet mechanic.. When we arrived at his place, his wife was waiting at the door. The only people who is wearing shorts was me and Isa Usta, and mine was shorter than his in front of a Imam. His wife handed me the head scraf to cover my head before the ceremony.
So there i was half sick with the stomoch and neck pains, after headed a mechanics with a pain killer, half conscious participating a religous wedding ceremony where the women's witness is not allowed!