I am 95 years old.
Yes, that is what age I am.
I love the Turkish people, they are kind, considerate, passionate about their culture, and their state founder Ataturk. I have done a little research on Ataturk which I have added to this blog as Mustafa Kemal Ataturk, please add and correct any mistakes I have made.
It seems that the Turkish people love to know each others ages.
In my courses I get people to introduce each other, and they will say:-
“This is Murat, he is a teacher, and he is 45 years old.”
Why? I as a foriegner find this very strange, but that is one reason I love travelling to different culture, we are all the same, but different.
So, I am asked my age. It is not in British culture, well not mine, and, well, I do not want to look and feel my age. Deep down I feel 18 years old, OK, 21, after my heart proceedure.
Last week on the 13th of March was my birthday, and the NLPGRup staff gave me a chocolate cake, so now I am 95 years old.
Next year I will be 94,