Turkish equivalent of Swiss

Whoah! The past 24 hours have been intense. Not solely based on Valentine's Day. Chris bought me daisies and Audrey Hepburn box set even though I do have it, but not for this DVD region.

Here's the story:

Last night around 9:00pmish I answer Chris' door to see a man and a woman standing there. The woman asked if my husband or boyfriend was home, but Chris was using the toilet at the time. The man then asked if I knew the woman which I didn't. I kept asking who they were looking for and they said they were looking for my husband or boyfriend. Chris came out of the toilet and said that he didn't know them and that they must have the wrong house. An hour they knock again! They speak to Heman and Chris this time saying that they're looking for a tall yellow haired man who lives here. They said there isn't anyone by this description who lives here. Then Suzy's friend comes by and this couple stop them asking them who lives in this house and she says that she doesn't know. Then they ask who owns this silver car (it of course being Suzy's). She says she doesn't know. We all peer out the window to see the two sitting in a Jeep on the street. We eat dinner and another one of Suzy's friends and I both agree that maybe she's had an affair and her husband is looking the third person. Then they come and knock again! So Heman phones the police around midnight but since he can't see the car, they don't arrive.

This morning, Chris and I wake up around 10:30am to hear a knock at the door. Suzy and Chris both go and answer it and again it's the Turkish man and his wife. And they keep insisting that they have the wrong house but Turkish man says that his cousin followed his wife and that she went to this house, number 5. His wife apparently stares on sheepishly. He says that he's been up for three nights and that we must understand his situation but Suzy keeps insisting that he has the wrong house and that no one has ever seen this woman before and Chris suggests that Turkish man take his cousin out to the house in order to get it right. They spoke for about 5 minutes and it was getting heated, in the way of aggitation not aggression. But we decide to phone the police again because Suzy and I are afraid that if he comes back when we're alone he'll try to break in and search the entire house. Two hours later the police arrive and say they've driven around the few surrounding blocks looking for this couple but can't see their Jeep. So Suzy gives a description and explains the situation. The police leave. There haven't been any knocks since.

Chris doesn't seem the least bit worried. He's been playing Stickman all day and has now bought the castle. Seriously, I can't make this up.