We were chatting next to the Black Sea in Samsun.
By her bicycle shouting ‘sunflower seed!’ we met with Hatice.
Hatice is cycling along the coast in the evening and the seeds she sell are very fresh. ‘I don’t have stale, I’m getting from the manufacturer’ she says and gives the seeds in the cones prepared by her children’s test book sheets. She also gives empty cones and says, ‘Let’s not throw the shells to the floor.’
