I just had a strange conversation. A cab driver came to the door, and I buzzed him in. A Turkish man named Adnan, by his introduction ("My name is Adnan, I am from Turkey!") And he handed over to me a fairly worn twenty dollar bill.
"Is real?" he asked, "Woman just gave this to me."
I looked at it in the light and saw the security strip, and asked him if I could tear the edge slightly to see if that was real. He consented, and I did, and the metallic glitter of the strip was there, so the thing couldn't be fake. I showed this to him, and he looked bewildered. I explained what it was, and he seemed to agree. Satisfied, he went back outside, giving this bill to a man who was still hesitant. I could see him gesticulating toward me, and explaining what I had just explained about the security strip, but this man wasn't having it. I could hear him yelling, "It's fake man, feel it! It's fake!" Now, Adnan and I agreed that this thing was worth twenty American dollars. This third party, however, decided otherwise. If this third party mindset catches on, we are in for a lot of exciting economic turmoil. One can only hope. Anyone wanna barter for some sheep skins?
In other news, I have started hanging things up at the hostel. Right now it looks a little on the sparse side, but once complete it should fill out nicely.
I have nothing new to show here, but I'm working on something that makes me uneasy. A good sign. Updates to follow.
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