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He had a name for being a troublesome employee and a reliable captain. The cook dinner, Muhsin, used to be in his forties. He was once a massive man who wore overalls and a baseball cap and smoked much more than the others, if that used to be attainable. He spoke English particularly good and will be my interpreter for the opposite staff. The sailor used to be Baresh, basically seventeen years outdated. He was once a child. Small and wiry, good-looking. He used to be pleasant yet didn’t converse any English. Seref acknowledged he was once taking the child on as a opt to his mom, a kin good friend, yet he suggestion Baresh will be stable workforce. there have been at the very least a dozen different males engaged on the boat perpetually, totally on carpentry but in addition painters, electricians, and the mechanic, Ecrem. It felt extraordinary to be the landlord, the buyer, jogging round the boat analyzing, checking the paintings of occasionally as much as twenty-five males. I felt like a md, yet that used to be just for a number of moments. as a rule I felt helpless, simply because I stored discovering new difficulties and there wasn’t time or funds to mend them. the surroundings contained in the boat was once smoke and sawdust and the whine of saws and different energy instruments. every person puffing away as they labored. i used to be particularly drawn to the pinnacle chippie, a skinny, homely man who had a brief smile and used to be very conventional. He was once one in every of purely or 3 who the decision to prayer in the course of the paintings day, spreading out a small, tough carpet within no matter what stateroom he used to be engaged on and doing his prostrations and prayers. He was once now not an outstanding wood worker in any respect through American criteria, yet he gave the look of an outstanding and sincere guy, jam-packed with jokes and songs and clearly loved through the opposite males. I cherished his songs particularly, while i'll pay attention them over the desk saws and drills. conventional songs, his voice wavering up excessive, filled with depression. The others quiet of their paintings while he sang. The sound of instruments, yet no speaking. sometimes one or may take part. His songs have been of an international I had by no means inhabited. hearing him, i'll omit, for a couple of minutes no less than, all my fear. i used to be in a international land, with all that's wealthy and strong approximately that. the boys took a day holiday for tea at approximately 4 o’clock. they'd assemble out within the pilothouse and a boy got here from one of many shipyard kitchens with the conventional pot and small glasses. the boys placed sugar cubes in and stirred with tiny spoons. They secure and chatted, the wood worker usually telling jokes. I couldn’t comprehend something they have been announcing, yet I beloved the ambience. They have been workers and bad, yet they appeared extra ecu than third-world. They regarded aft to the ocean and one of many islands, beautiful in overdue afternoon, they usually have been a part of an older tradition. Constantinople were the peak of western civilization for 5 hundred years, and that truth had no longer been forgotten. I visited many small proprietors and outlets with Seref, a few correct up from the seashore, subsequent to the boat. The teak lattice for the bowsprit was once being made in a store 100 yards away. round the corner used to be the store for stainless-steel, which the Turks name Inox.