Tourists of Amsterdam, 16th (Final) Episode: BMW Again The sixteenth (last) chapter of the novel "Amsterdam Tourists" by Abdullah Konuksever, the expatriate writer of Karamandancom, on the life of expatriates. Chapters of the novel will be published on our author's page on Karamandancom, respectively.
It was 30 years since Ramazan Bulut returned from the Netherlands, but still, like his military memories, he could never forget Amsterdam. How could he forget? Every year thousands of expatriates were coming in big cars and parading in the country. In addition, thousands of Karaman people stayed in Europe for a short or long term, and there was often a European talk. Europe was always on the agenda in a positive or negative way in Karaman. Europe was like a half-hearted love for Ramadan; there was something incomplete.
Two years ago, he transferred the shipping company to his son, and he started to grow nuts on the First Station Street. He took out the roasting machine for sunflower seeds; waiting for it to warm up. Again, the summer season had come and gone; Thousands of Europeans were buzzing again in their comfortable, large, bright car. Ramadan mostly looked at cars with yellow plates, that is, from Holland. Sometimes he saw people he knew; they would greet and even chat.
A car of the type that burns inside again came and stopped in front of the shop. He looked at the car again like years ago; It was a car like he dreamed of going to the Netherlands. He had gone to the Netherlands, but he had never even been able to get on, let alone own a car like this. He had worked and capitalized for 3.5 years in Amsterdam and could not buy such a car even if he wanted to with this capital already; there was a shortage of cars in the market at that time. Was it as if there were cars other than Tofaş and Renault in the 1980s? Although the variety of cars increased in the following years, he used his opportunities for his children.
He always worked for his children, he never regretted it. One of his sons studied and became a civil engineer. The other son did not read it. He worked with his father and expanded the business. He became the owner of a shipping company doing international business. His daughter was studying medicine in Konya Selçuk. He would become a doctor a year later. After her daughter's education was over, she would use the opportunity she had to buy a car of her dreams. Yes, he would definitely buy the car he was watching from afar, even if he was 100 years old.
Ramadan was so distracted that he didn't even notice that someone was coming near him. He immediately tried to pull himself together. In front of him, a short, fat and bald European stood smiling. Sima was not a stranger, but she could not take it out in an instant.
-Yes, I'm Stump!
The two friends hugged! Even Stump couldn't help himself, he started crying.
-Mehmet, please don't do it ... Look, you will make me cry too!
Stump was a difficult consolation, as it turns out, he resented the return of Ramadan to Karaman without saying goodbye. Since he had nobody, he called his childhood friend a lot, in all the difficulties he faced: