Working at the Kebab means showing up near your flat between 3 and 6am, wearing black wife-beater, saying goodbyes to 3 grown fucking giant Turks (and one Kazach) as if you just financially ruined Kadir two streets away and plan going after Osman, city's most famous kebab seller and the sworn enemy of every other kebab owner.
I am also very white, very non-threatening, Eastern European girly, so thats that.














