May 19, 2011

Pastries and doner kebab

I used to spend the summers of my childhood in the shop of my grandfather by helping (!) him. I had to count the inventory and assist in packaging, a job that I hated to do. We would leave home at 7am, use the Tunel, the one station underground, pass the Galata bridge to arrive at his company in Sirkeci. We bought pastries for our breakfast and ordered rice with doner kebab for lunch.

When my grandfather died, my mother and after her death my brother took over the business. I was asked first as the oldest child whether or not I was interested in this family business.  My decision was negative, and the subject was closed. That my opinion was asked and my decision was accepted were the most important points for me in this issue.

In our projects our clients are mostly represented by two generations from the same family. After a few questions, I see that not all descendants of a family are as lucky as me. It is not too hard to understand that the members of the 2. and even the 3. generation are forced to work in the family business.

Like in all families, I am sure that those families with a business want to prepare a satisfactory and secure path for the future of their children. Often it would be a better decision in terms of the security of this future to let the children work outside the family business. When the members of the younger generation work in the family business against their desires and without having the necessary competences, both the family’s and their future could be endangered.

The bakery with the pastries and the restaurant preparing the doner kebab have been closed down for many years, but I still remember the taste of their products. That taste was worth doing all the jobs I disliked. :)

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