One day, they had a typical neighborly conversation, and the Syrian told the Turkish that there was a rental space next to the hardware store and he wanted to start another business there, a restaurant with Turkish food, since it had always been his dream. The Turkish immediately expressed his interest in being part of that project, even telling him that he had the people and equipment needed to make the idea happen.
Several months later, I passed by the hardware store and asked about what they were setting up in the neighboring space. The Syrian explained everything and added that they were about to open, in case he was interested in working with them, and he explained that for now they would only sell Shawarma, but gradually plan to add more food, including ice creams, cakes, and all kinds of dishes with the intention of operating 24 hours.
Finally, it opened to the public and I started working with them. The place was modest, decorated in red and white with Turkish flags and objects. From the very first day, it was a success, with long lines forming to get inside the venue.
A few weeks later, the place closed its doors to the public due to a dispute between the partners, in which the Syrian benefitted because he was the one who kept the spot, the cook, and all the equipment that made it function.
The Turkish couldn't sit idly by and decided to set up competition just a few steps from the original location, selling Shawarma and other traditional Turkish foods at prices lower than the other restaurant.
Thanks to Shawarma, both businesses have been successful until today, even sometimes having to close earlier because they run out of stock.
