The tailor from Turkey is at his machine with his wife, they are in the space behind the counter in the small shop in the basemen of the shopping mall. The small shop is beside the supermarket, the upstairs areas in this mall are all reserved for the more glamorous shops that sell clothing made in Indonesia and India and other places far away.
The owner gets up, and takes the fourteen dirty shirts. He runs a cleaning and ironing service, that probably secures part of his income. He takes the name and prints out his fourteen small green tags which will be attached to the shirts so that they will not be lost in the wash. Then he makes his charge, he always takes his money in advance. This is an understandable precaution, he does not want to be left with a heap of clean second hand shirts which nobody wants.
That chore done, go to the supermarket and buy a baguette, a bag of coffee beans, a wedge of brie, two packages of butter and a bar of chocolate. There is no concept of what is needed for the larder at home. and the chocolate is a cheap treat. Still, these are all things that will be used, so that there is no harm in their procurement.
And then walk back through town, back home. This is the last weekend break of the working life.
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