Sleeping with the sound of the waves. Waking up to the smell of the sea.
Some of my childhood summers went like that.
It was the year 1992. We finally moved to Antalya. Our home town in Turkey.
The following summer we could now live in one of those little wooden houses on the beach. Two small rooms and a balcony-like living room. Around 25 square meters in total. The whole area belonged to the government, and the places were meant to be rented for the people who work at a particular department. It was basically a community camp.
That summer my parents got into the habit of fishing. They'd wake up early in the morning and go to the beach; carefully wrap the
inside of a piece of bread to a hook, throw it to the sea and wait for hours. As an 8 year old I would find this pretty boring, and
prefer to be inside the sea, like, the whole time. But at the end of the day, sometimes, I'd carry the little bucket filled with water with fishes inside, or sometimes a fish in my hand, to our house, with amazement.
We ate fish that summer everyday.
When my aunts, uncles and cousins visited us there, we made them eat fish too.
The next summer we heard that we could rent a house there again. And even one of the bigger ones. It was exciting. We went there,
cleaned up the place. Later that day somebody called and we were told that they had to give the place to another family.
So we didn't stay there for that summer, but we found another camp the year after. By that time my parents somehow didn't go for fishing anymore.
It was now time for long walks on the beach. It was when my older sister's hair got completely bleached by the sun and she became a blonde, whereas I got darker and darker.
Also, that was the first time that I used the phrase "I will have my own business". But the story of this is for another time.
If there is anything on Earth that soothes me immediately, it is the sea.
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