You know you’re an EXPAT only WHEN…

Cousin’s wedding in Istanbul – clear!

Vacation in Germany & Austria – clear!

It’s time to be back to blogging! I’ll keep it a bit shorter today like a warm up session after the long break; the break itself was nice but I truly missed my virtual writing job!!!

In the last two-three days I read many expat blogs (really enjoyed most of them that I’ve even changed my blog settings to add the posts that I like; you may see some at the end of the page) telling about the transition you have to face; things you may like, hate, adapt, get hurt, enjoy, compromise, etc. in your new life. And then I decided to add some small amount of ingredients into the pot.

You may be sure that you’re in the boiling “Expat Soup”,

Only when…

You receive a text message on your mobile from the supermarkets or your telephone operator for their promotions and you have no clue what they’re trying to tell you as it’s sent only in the local language… If you’re a housewife who (most probably genetically) likes to follow the promotions like me (I still remember my mom circling the good offers on the markets’ fliers); then I suggest you to analyze the cashiers in the market for a while and find the best one after some trials… Mine give me all the necessary information even before the text message is arriving! You can not imagine what kind of a nightmare I had in those long cashier lines (trust me, cashier lines in Belgrade markets can easily make you miss your meeting appointments due to the availability of strange check payment process consisting many steps to be completed which is very popular mostly for old locals here) when my nice “Emilija” was not showing up in the market for around one month time… Thanks to Facebook that I learnt she was away for a while only due to her health problems, I don’t want to think the possibility of her resigning the job! She is the best cashier I’ve ever met in my life! Did you ever see a market cashier who loves or makes you believe that she loves her job?

Years back, I had once watched an inspirational video (which now I’ll try to find on youtube and share with you if I can) where a market employee was the only reason for many of the customers to take the line he was working… Emilija, herself, has no disabilities like the boy in the video, but she has all the abilities of giving the perfect customer service… I hope one day she will read these lines… Me and my husband never take the other lines in the market when we see our nice lady is there on duty. And here we go with the famous video:

You receive an e-mail from your country of origin’s embassy, inviting you to the reception that will be held for Victory Day. Wow!!! I had never been invited to anywhere by local authorities while I was still living in my hometown. Shall I feel special and honored? Still, I think I should join this event where I may meet with some other Turkish people living here… And do you know the best part of this event? It’s going to be held in my address; no, no, no – I’m not hosting it! To kill your curiosity, please check my first post where I tell about my current living conditions!

You realize the friendly smile in the eyes of local people when they learn that there is only one way to have verbal communication with you; English! I feel a bit lucky that most Serbian people have a basic understanding of English as it’s a must for them to take foreign language lessons in the school. I’m only a bit sad for the people asking me directions or if their bus had just passed at the bus stop in Serbian (believe me, it happens every time at least once when I’m waiting for a bus or when I’m in the bus – I look so local!), and when I say unfortunately I don”t understand their language; whether they think that I’m a tourist thus I can not be the right source, or they’re shy to continue in English…

Actually I feel quite wise about the buses in Belgrade! I hope one day, they will have the trust to me or will not be shy to continue the dialogue in the language I’m ready for service!