"You know what means 'denis' in Turkish?" asks the Russian guy as he wraps my great-grandmother's chair in moving blankets.
"What?" I ask.
"The sea," he says. "In Turkish your name, it means 'sea.'
"Mer" is French for sea. And my brother, when he was a baby, called me Mer-Mer and that is also the name that my first grandson christened me with. Must be something to this.
It's a weird way to have a conversation. But go ahead. Then I'll find your blog (if you have one) and comment about something there. We probably won't be talking about the same thing--but I've had conversations like that, haven't you?
Very cool! What wonderful elements in this photo - a world of affirmation! And an angel who knows what your name really means....
ReplyDelete"Mer" is French for sea. And my brother, when he was a baby, called me Mer-Mer and that is also the name that my first grandson christened me with.
ReplyDeleteMust be something to this.
Fantastic photo. Finding out what you name means in Turkish, must make you feel even more at home in your new home. You look so happy.
ReplyDeleteThat makes it even more perfect!
ReplyDeleteThat's wild.
ReplyDeletesee! only good things from now on
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