Rob Got Lost and The Police Drove Him Home

After lunch I walked up to the market.  It's a straight shot to the market from school, too - easy.  The school isn't in viewing distance but it's along a fairly straight road.  Once I arrived I gathered supplies for cooking and cleaning - the things I realized I needed while I had been cooking before.  On the way back to school I began to think to myself, "none of the surrounding look familiar" , so I kept walking, assuming I'd make sense of my surroundings and make the correct adjustments. After ten minutes I came to realization, I was lost. For the first time!  No big deal... just then the police were coming down the road in their absurdly shaped van.  I waved them down and spoke, "FİNAL school," accompanied by hand gestures pointing in a general direction of there I hoped FİNAL was. It didn't have the instant response I was looking for. "B-P gasoline, FİNAL school?"  The police officers looked at each other.  The man in the passenger seat waved at me to get in the back seat.

How convenient is this! As I placed my plastic bags of groceries and cooking supplies in the middle seat I noticed the semi-automatic gun resting behind the seat of the driver.  I sat in behind the passenger and kept my hand to myself.  No. Sudden. Movements.  I never felt worried just didn't need  The police officer in the passenger seat spoke to me, mixing Turkish and English.  He asked about me again, learning I was a teacher.  He gave me a once over, looked through my bags and gave me the all clear.  On the short five minutes drive to school we made little talk.  What a great start to the neighborhood.