Nasreddin & the cauldron Enjoy a story about our dear Nasredin Giha, even though his name is slightly different, the story is funny every time - and the illustrations are so Turkish. For the myopic: "One day Hodja needed a couldron and he went to his neighbor to ask." "Would you like to lend me your cauldron for two days neighbor?" "Yes, but bring it back two days later." "What is this Hodja? There is also a small cauldron in it." "Oh that. Your cauldron gave birth to a small cauldron." "Goodbye Hodja. Please ask if you need it again." "Alright neighbor! Thank you, goodbye." Some days passed and Hodja asked for the cauldron again. "Neighbor, would you like to lend me your cauldron again?" "Of course Hodja. It's a pleasure." Hodja took the cauldron, but didn't bring it back again. "Six months passed but the cauldron hasn't been returned yet." "Hodja, isn't it time to give the cauldron back?" "God bless you friend, your cauldron died." "Don't talk nonsense Hodja. How can a cauldron die?" "But you believed in it's giving birth to a saucepan, why don't you believe in it's death?" from "Nasreddin Hodja, the Turk who makes the world laugh" by Mehmet Ali Birant, AND Press, Istanbul 1988, ISBN 975-439-002-9. This material is deposted in an effort at creating a hitchhiker's multimedia server of cultural material from Lebanon and the Middle East. All material stored in this part of the liasun3.epfl.ch anonymous ftp server is for research purposes ONLY. No material may be used commercially without the explicit permission of its owner. - Barre Ludvigsen