The moving truck arrived on a Tuesday and it was too big for the farm road.
Eren had rented the thing from a company in Söke, a long-bed diesel with a hydraulic lift gate and enough room in the back for a family's whole life. His parents had spent two days packing the Zekeriyaköy house while they had the chance meanwhile. Most of what they owned fit in half the truck.
The other half was Grandma Sofie's rose bushes wrapped in wet burlap and strapped to wooden pallets, because the old woman's garden weighed more than the old woman and she had supervised the loading from a plastic chair on the driveway like a general watching troop deployment.
The dirt was also in the truck. Six bags of it. Sofie had insisted on that too.
"The last turn is too narrow for this thing," Eren muttered to himself while reversing down the gravel entrance for the third time. The side mirror caught a stone wall and he stopped an inch before it became a problem. "Should've rented the smaller one.."
