I am feeling lazy. Must be the weather.
M. (we can’t reveal his full name) is feeling sluggish too:
M. knocked out
M. used to shred our trash bags. One day he sat right in front of the kitchen door and cried like a baby. House guest, little man, and I ran to the door, and instead of finding an abandoned child in a basket, found this white casanova with turquoise eyes. He is thoroughly spoilt by now. Loves finely cut minute steak, hates Whiskas.
Although it doesn’t feel like home. But little man is here and to have them back in my arms feels wonderful. My laptop is still comatose. It refuses to go beyond the initial Thinkpad screen since Buenos Aires. I regret having titled the previous post “morbid”. My beloved laptop may have been still be alive, if I had given that post a more upbeat title.
From Buenos Aires I flew to Istanbul. God, I love that city. Alive, colorful, and full of warm, cheeky people. Not to mention the mountain of fried sardines, salad, coke, and Turkish tea for 10 Lira (US$6.50) with a view of Galata bridge.
“Come in! I won’t sell you an overpriced carpet. I am selling handbags!”
“Beautiful lady! Come loose your money in my shop!”
“You are 36? No way! You look like 25. I love European and American ladies!”
“Are you married? I only want to practice my English.”
“Come to my house! You can stroke my white horses” (?!?)
“You want to come have tea in my house? My wife is in Anatolia. She is crazy!”
Yes APJ, I recommend going to Istanbul!
And if you tell someone to get lost, they will retreat. Like the guy who interrupted my nap in Gulhane Park. Never… I mean NEVER wake a German tourist from her well deserved afternoon nap! NEVER!!!
PS: Is it just me or is there a huge gap between the first and second row of the picture gallery? I have to pick up little man now, but will try to change it later. All suggestions on how to do it are most welcome.
