Bağdat Künefe Katmer

I’ll tell you a short story. Please read it, because there’s nothing else I can do. Near Üsküdar square, at Bağdat Künefe (Cezayir’s place), My girlfriend, my sister, and I (3 people) stopped by. I was going to put my sister on the bus in Harem and come back. I was wearing a suit, and my girlfriend was holding a big bouquet of flowers to wait for me there; because that evening, we were going to meet her family. We only ordered Turkish coffee. As I was taking my sister and stepping out, coffee was being brought to our table. From behind me, the waiter said, “Could you move out of the way so I can put the coffee down before it gets cold?” It wasn’t in a joking tone, nor with a smile. By the time I picked up the suitcases and came back, he had put the coffee down and disappeared. Thinking nothing could go wrong at such a clean-looking dessert shop in the middle of the square, I took my sister to Harem and put her on the bus. When I came back, my girlfriend was gone. Later that evening, after meeting her family, I learned that before going to the restroom she had asked to leave the bouquet at the counter. Waiter: “I’ll take it, but I won’t give it back.” he said. She: “This is our meeting bouquet.” she said. The waiter asked, “Are you going to see the groom?” And she replied, “The gentleman who was just sitting next to me was the groom; at least he knows where and how to speak.” Apparently, the man’s face dropped. So what I mean is, going to this place — that smells nicely of butter in the middle of the square — with the women you value in your life might not be such a good idea. If you’re wondering, yes, my girlfriend’s family liked me. They said, “He’s a polite guy.” I suppose that’s exactly why, against people like this, we can neither seek rights nor find justice.