Wednesday 6 October 2010

Things I'd never done before moving to Turkey #5

Getting stuck in a lift and forgetting to panic.

Being claustrophobic, I thought my first experience of getting stuck in a lift would be something of a screaming frenzy. I guess living in Turkey has toughened me up a bit.

Tonight, I got stuck in the metre square lift in my apartment building. The strange thing was my reaction of complete and utter calm; as though it were an everyday event.

No punching walls. No loss of bladder control. No crying. No tearing at my clothes. Just a very matter-of-fact tap of the buttons and a nudge to the door. It worked too.


Maureen said...

Be thankful I wasn't with you.
Imagine the two of us in that metre square lift. I would have lost it..... and you wouldn't have been far behind me.

Salty Miss Jill said...

Yup, the same thing happens at our place in Istanbul. We've also had to jump down/up about a foot to get on/off. No big whoop.

carole gardiner said...

I hate lifts with a vengeance and always try to avoid them. Why are the lifts in Turkey so small?