Stepping On Bread

Arzu Toker has a deep, throaty laugh. It's not a laugh you hear often in Cologne, where conversations tend to be modulated and candle-lit cafes seldom resound with more than quiet murmurs. "How do you like THIS outfit?" Toker swirls and prances in her Turkish-carpeted kitchen, showing off a sexy, sparkling dress purchased in a second-hand store for 30 DM. She's deciding what to wear to a Turkish wedding this evening. "I was always on the back of a donkey growing up. Now I want to have nice things."