i already mentioned tarlabaşı sunday market soon after i moved. back then i described it like this -
..it's amazing! i found an
apartment with a view and sunday market on the street we live, what is
even better. you can find everything on it; fruit, vegetable, nuts, spices,
sweets, clothes, shoes, accesories, brooms, tobacco, rubbish bins and drain
stoppers, cleaners, parfumes, scarfs, curtains, fish, heaters, all colours, all
smells and among all chaos your little 'piece of peace'.
a lot of sundays have already
passed and description is still true. vegetable and fruit, also clothes are
changing according to the season. these days you can find a lot of chestnuts
and oranges, kaki was popular in december..
what fascinates me every sunday is the following. sellers of this type of bazaar stop every day in different neighborhood they arrive with their vans and trucks early in the morning. sometimes we meet them if we just return from a party (sometimes:). morning starts with setting up construction for the white roofs, that protects them and visitors from any kind of weather. building those roofs seems very coincidental at first because they simply connect them with ropes and tie them around houses, traffic signs and trees. they work together in very coordinated way and it makes me think that everything is well predicted in fact. when they finish it's already breakfast time (melemen, eggs mixed with pepper and tomato) served by small local restaurants. and tea, of course. first people come to the market around eleven o'clock but everything is still more or less quite and just about to start. it becomes really crowded at four in the afternoon and stays like this until the end. it seems everyone from the neighborhood comes and buys supplies for the
following week. the only way you can move is walking slowly behind
person in front of you and buying things that you come across. for example, if
you want to buy two kilos of oranges, you say: iki kilo portakal! or you put as
many as you want into a plastic bowl and give it to the
merchant. buyrun, buyrun they yell all the time, sing the prices or name of the
vegetable, guys from a neighbor store have their own speaker system that
enables them to shout out prices the loudest. every few meters there is someone
standing in the middle of crowded street and selling simits, wine leaves (to
prepare yaprak dolmasi) or socks sometimes. when it gets dark they
slowly start putting products back to big boxes and bags and load them on
trucks. what is left behind is huge amount of trash, mostly
vegetable scattered around, smashed fruit and plastics bags that stays on the
street until another truck comes before midnight and flushes everything away...
it all reminds me of games we
played when we were little. we made up the whole new world we then played in,
as they do, and only if just for one sunday afternoon, it's worth as it is
worth to create some other world some other day.
IZVOLITE! ŽELITE?
market sem nekje na začetku že takole omenila -
..noro je, noro noro noro! našla sem tole, ima pogled na mesto in vsako nedeljo kilometer dolgo tržnico, kar je še boljše. na njej najdeš vse, sadje, zelenjavo, oreščke, začimbe, sladkarije, obleke, čevlje, zapestnice, metle, tobak, koše za smeti in zamaške za odtok, čistila, parfume, rute, zavese, ribe, ogromno rib, vse barve, vse vonje in med vsem šundrom svoj mir.
nedelj je bilo že kar nekaj in opis še vedno drži. ponudba se poleg stalne seveda spreminja glede na sezono, nekaj časa nazaj so bili popularni kakiji, zdaj pa še vedno kostanji in cele mize pomaranč. kar me prav tako vsako nedeljo fascinira je naslednje. to je tržnica, ki se vsak dan seli iz soseske v sosesko. to pomeni, da se zgodaj zgodaj zjutraj (in če se slučajno kdaj šele takrat vrnemo domov, jih srečamo) pripeljejo z manjšimi tovornjaki in kombiji, razložijo svoje stvari in začnejo postavljati konstrukcijo za bele strehe, ki njih in obiskovalce nato cel dan varujejo pred kakršnimkoli že vremenom. zgleda kot da jih privežejo kar tako malo povprek na hiše, drogove in drevesa, ampak delajo skupaj in usklajeno in zdi se, da imajo v resnici premišljen sistem. nato postavijo mize in na mize svojo ponudbo. okoli devetih pojejo zajtrk (melemen, umešana jajca s papriko in paradižnikom) in seveda spijejo čaj. ob enajstih začnejo kapljati prvi obiskovalci, vendar vse skupaj deluje še zelo jutranje. prava gužva nastane okoli štirih in traja do konca, takrat se praktično ne moreš premikati in lahko samo stopaš za gospo ali gospodom pred tabo in se vmes, ko vidiš, kaj prodajajo, hitro odločiš, če vzameš ali ne. če si naprimer želiš dve kili pomaranč, rečeš; iki kilo portakal ali pa vzameš eno izmed plastičnih posod in naložiš kolikor hočeš. buyrun, buyrun se derejo vsepovprek, pojejo, tulijo, tekmujejo, kdo je glasnejši, iz bližnje mini trgovine po zvočniku sporočajo akcijske cene, nekateri dobesedno stojijo sredi svoje ponudbe in vsake toliko tudi sredi ulice nekdo prodaja simit ali vinske liste, s katerimi pripravljajo svojo specialiteto (yaprak dolmasi). ko se stemni, počasi začnejo pospravljati, olive stresajo nazaj v velike posode, čistijo vitrine s sirom in iz obešalnikov snemajo obleke. za njimi ostanejo kupi smeti, večinoma raztresene in pohojene zelenjave, ki jo pred polnočjo spere z veliko vode ogromen tovornjak. vse skupaj spominja na kakšno izmed iger, ki smo si jih izmislili in igrali kot otroci. toliko priprav, cel nov svet vzpostavijo iz praktično ničesar in je vredno, res vredno se vsako nedeljo potruditi zanj in za kakšen drug svet ostale dni. 
