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Saturday, October 23, 2010

All Quiet on the Eastern Front

Jasmine writing again. This is a bit overdue, but between my brothers and my dad, there have been a lot of blog posts lately, and I did not want people to become overwhelmed with the number of posts that we made. This is going to be in two sections, so for those of you who want to read about my family's faux pas go to the first section. For those of you who want to hear about the recent referendum in Turkey, go to the second part. And for those of you who want to know about  both, just keep reading as you are. 

My number one pet peeve, is how loud my family is. I mean we are loud by United States standards. We can easily be some of the loudest people in the noisiest of settings. Even at the dinner table my brothers feel the need to shout everything they say, even if the person they are speaking to is mere inches away from them. It drives me crazy to have to shout at the top of my lungs to be heard and to have everyone stare at us in public because we are the family who is yelling at each other from across the store/park/anywhere we are. My brothers are the worst with this, but all of us, even me, are at fault.

Ever since we got off the flight in Germany (we flew Newwark to Munich, Munich to Izmir to get here), the people around us have been near mute, only ever elevating their voices to near whispers if anyone ever did talk. The Munich airport was literally silent. 
Zach and Sam practice open field running in Munich airport.
We even saw a girl have a seizure in the middle of the airport and nobody broke the quiet. In Turkey, the noise levels went up a little bit, but not by much. Depending on where you are, the Turks' noise level ranges from a 3 to a 6 on a scale of 1-10 (with Germany being a 1 and my family being a 10). The only time I have been mortified with my family here is when we yet again manage to be the loudest people in the vicinity, and we have every head turned our direction wondering who the crazy Americans are. Zach, who has picked up on the surrounding silence the least, will run around stores yelling like a hooligan either because Sam is chasing him, or because "Daddy, you NEED to see this". We have no shame in making every head around us turn because we are at least 10 bajillion times louder than everyone else.

OK, I know I promised something on the referendum but I actually have to go. I know my dad already said something on this topic, so I will leave it at that. 

2 comments:

  1. Jasmine, Below is some research that may be relevant to your post? Please keep writing, you are sharing your gift!

    1. The value of privacy increases when more information is being exchanged. Cite

    Relevance: in Sam and Zach's case, "yelling like a hooligan" (your term) does not exchange information of value === they don't value privacy.

    You feel that the information you (try to) exchange is valuable == you value privacy.

    2. In crowded conditions, Americans tend to value privacy more than Turks. Cite

    Relevance: in crowds Turks talk less (exchange less information) than Americans == they tend to value privacy less than Americans.

    3. In crowded conditions, women tend to increase the value of privacy more than men do. Cite

    Relevance: in crowds, you tend to value privacy more than Sam and Zach == you (try to) exchange valuable information compared to "yelling like a hooligan" (your term). No offense to your brothers or you dad!

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  2. No offense taken and of course she's right about the hooliganism. RE #2 I agree that for a given amount of information exchanged the noise level is an indication of the value the speaker puts on privacy but i would suggest that not exchanging information or not divulging information, a very Turkish trait, is also an indication of the premium someone puts on privacy...

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