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Yet with all this, I’ve never seen such a relaxed culture.
Though, as I'll explain, this relaxation can be fatal too.
My family roots were initially what brought me to Istanbul. But it was the culture and the aesthetic of
enjoyment I found here that made me a junkie. There is a word for this
in Turkish – keyif. Merriment, joy,
pleasure, joviality, good cheer, humor – these are close. I guess the best word
we have for this in English would just be ‘enjoyment’, but this doesn’t
fully capture it either. Keyif is more like
an ethos of enjoyment, an attitude which with people take their pleasure.
There’s a certain idleness to it, but a rigorous and almost principled
idleness.
There are many varieties of keyif. The most common is çay keyfi, the enjoyment of tea.
People like to sit for hours at a time with black tea,
some cigarettes, a little company, and preferably a good view, though a simple
table and chairs on a balcony or sidewalk will do. The tea in Turkey is strong
and served in little hourglass waist cups, perfect for a little tea break and
conducive to drinking mutiple cups. Everybody drinks it. Old men sit in special
tea houses for the retired whittling away the day playing card games. Women sit
together on balconies gossiping over tea. Young people sit in hookah bars
playing backgammon and drinking tea. Shopkeepers offer tea to their customers as a token of friendship as they bargain over prices, just as
business men do for their clients. Tea is considered almost a human right in Turkey. The
working day is punctuated with numerous tea breaks. Tea is served on
ferries and long-distance buses. Everybody from truck drivers to judges drinks tea on the job. Even prisoners in jails have their tea.
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Another form of
keyif is
kahve
keyfi. Coffee in Turkey
has a deeper meaning than it does back in the States. We enjoy it, we meet with
friends in cafes for it, but more often than not we guzzle it, throw it back on
the way out the door or in the car. In Turkey the drinking of coffee has
a deeper resonance. It is drunk not in haste but with care.
There is a saying in Turkish about coffee:
bir
fincan kahvenin kırk yıl hatırası var. A single cup of coffee has a memory
of forty years. The coffee is a prop, a delicious pretense for conversation.
And the connection that can be built, the sharing of hearts that occurs,
over a fifteen minute cup of coffee are remembered for a lifetime.
There are many types of
keyif,
all based around the presence of some sort of food or drink and good company,
but my favorite would have to be the ritual of enjoyment that surrounds
rakı, the Turkish national drink.
Rakı is an anise-flavored alcohol,
similar in theory to the Greek
ouzo
or the French
pastis. It is quite
strong and served with water in tall, thin glasses. The alcohol itself is transparent but
once water is added it turns to a cloudy, milky color.
Rakı is never served alone, but has a whole family of
meze, or aperatiffs, that accompany it. At
the very least it should be paired with a little melon and some feta cheese.
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An evening of rakı
with friends or family can easily last four or five hours. The night begins
with melon and cheese, and some light salads. Then you might have stuffed grape
leaves, puff pastry, and a variety of eggplant dishes. There’s a whole
category of dishes meant to be served with rakı,
all chosen with the express aim of bringing out the flavor of the liquor. Small portions
of many dishes are tasted as you drink and converse. The idea is to keep the
evening going as long as possible without becoming either too full or too
drunk, taking many little breaks for people to talk and smoke, and, if you’re out
drinking at a restaurant, to sing and dance. As a final course there might be
fish, followed at last by Turkish coffee or tea and platters of fruit. By the
time you finally leave the table you are completely stuffed, pleasantly tipsy,
totally exhausted, and absolutely amazed that enjoyment can be such hard work.
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This is what I mean about keyif being rigorous. And for me, the first time I came here, being
basically a foreigner, surrounded by family conversing in a language I could
barely understand, these dinners were both a delight and a test of patience.
However, as time passed I began to better understand the mentality of these evenings,
even hosting many of my own for friends back home. But this culture of
enjoyment began to be challenging in a different way after I finally moved to Istanbul.
My health began to suffer. Not just from the
rakı nights,
which at most happen two or three times a month, but from the general lifestyle
of both heavy work and heavy enjoyment. The leading cause of death in Turkey is heart
disease, which when you think about it is not particularly surprising. There’s
the fattening foods, the oil, the butter, the salt. There’s constant intake of
caffeine and cubes of white sugar with every glass of tea. There’s cigarette
smoke and, for the non-smokers, second-hand smoke. These are conditions ripe for
clogged arteries and heart attacks. It’s different than in the US, where
processed foods and the obesity it causes are more rampant. But these were
never a problem for me in the States because I was surrounded by a culture of
health food and exercise. It was when I came to Turkey and begin to enjoy
keyif this and
keyif that that I started to notice the effects of constant
indulgence. Remember the freshman 15? There’s also the Istanbul 15. What else did I expect to
happen, what with the sedentary lifestyle with the lack of exercise, all the alcohol, and the incredible but calorific cuisine?
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The culture of
keyif,
like the city itself, is addicting. And if overly indulged in it can be
pleasurable and harmful in equal proportions. I’ll never forget a story a friend
told me about something he saw in the museum where he worked. A woman who
worked in the office was feeling overcome by sickness and stress and her friend
was trying her best to calm her down. The woman can’t seem to calm down and
finally her friend says, “
Hadi, bir sigara yak
bir kahve iç ve kendine gelirsin.” Come on, let’s
get you a cup of coffee and a cigarette and you’ll feel better in no time.
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