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Him or her?!

I turned right to the hallway, to the ladies room at the end of the aisle. I wondered if it was the same dog I saw the last time, wondered if he was still alive. It wasn’t, it was a different one this time. And he was napping, I’m not sure if he was dreaming. I’ve been to so many public bathrooms, not as filthy, still disgusting enough for a dog not to sleep on the gray dirty tiles of the public bathroom of the Park. He was pretty, a very pretty dog. What was he doing there?

7.Jun.17 – Ankara, Turkey

Lazy Letter: North Wall

So, I left. I had an early morning flight. Last night was tiring and sleepless. I’ll arrive around nine in the morning, which means I could start up the day just as I land. I need to go to the bank to get some paperwork done, and do a little adjustment on my account. I fell asleep just as I fastened my seatbelt, and shoved my bag under the seat. There is no greater pleasure than to open your eyes from a short nap, and find yourself somewhere in the sky, crossing over vast lands underneath, the ocean of clouds, and the endless horizon. I still ask for the window seat as I check in. READ MORE

Midnight Dark

It’s started with the Town, has always been about it. Poems dedicated, memories engraved; all for better, and sometimes worse. Passing by the familiar streets, I realize all of a sudden, that it’d been missing. Habits, bus tickets, thoughts and dreams that once glued it all together, is now dusty, left behind.

Doesn’t anyone live here anymore? Is the image upside down? It’s only bad timing, so you say. Hope I’m not interrupting. Took me an hour to go, and sometimes longer to return back. Every single day. The path of going and returning is not the same, they may say. Was that a plain illusion then, a naive modification for a hard life above and beyond, forced to be lived happily ever after? It was not really, was it?! Things are certainly different.

25.June.17 – Ankara, Turkey

Harsh (Morning People)

Hello, friends! As you may know, I’ve recently self-published my second memoir, Morning People. There are some notes and drafts that I haven’t included in the book. I may have forgotten, or maybe I couldn’t fit them in. Anyway, I thought I could share them here with you. Just keep in mind that this piece of writing is not edited. And here‘s the link to the book if you’d like to have a look.READ MORE

Lazy Letter: Downtown Dinner

So, we eventually arrived at this diner type of place. We decided to have Kabab since it was the only open restaurant that hadn’t already run out of food. The street was a mess, I don’t think I’ve seen so many people all at once before.

I wasn’t hungry. Not hungry at all. But the idea of eating came from absolute boredom, how else would we entertain ourselves?! In this glorious night, what could possibly be better than this horrible, terrible looking, disgusting food? The night of victory for the ones who voted. And the ones who didn’t, guys made a few jokes on me. Funny jokes, I have to be honest with you, they were really funny.READ MORE

Lazy Letter: Sauna On Vapa

The alarm woke us up for the swimming pool. Wore my swimsuit before I made breakfast. The plan was to swim for about two hours, so we had to eat well and gather up a decent amount of energy; swimming calls for it. Ah, how I miss the hunger that comes after a swimming session while you get dressed in the lockers room! Couldn’t wait for the salami sandwiches with sliced tomatoes and mayo that they used to sell in the pools when we were little. The sandwiches weren’t actually any good, but oh, impossible not to enjoy every bite with that starving stomach.

I was following the map on our way to the pool. Tried to figure out the highways, where the downtown was and which road would take up where. It can be too complicated sometimes, all these freeways that connect one neighborhood to another. Tunnels and bridges and two-floor expressways. Some of these highways were built when I was still living here, but they’ve grown out control in the past seven years. Some roads connect west to east, Vaid explained, and others north to south. The wall of mountains covering the north all the way to the valleys and the deserts in the southside. Vaid just gave me the best description of the traffic system.

Sahan has been to this pool before, and he said that the facility includes a dry sauna, as well as a jacuzzi and a steam room. I’m now officially and utterly obsessed with the dry sauna, I don’t care about the rest. I do crave for sitting in a room with wooden benches and walls from time to time, to sweat out my mind and melt down to the bones. I even had a dream about it the other night. Although it was more like a nightmare; the sauna was cold! I’d missed it. The sauna had become an inseparable part of my life for a while, remember? Twice a week, that was heaven. Just downstairs in our basement; I couldn’t ask for more.READ MORE

Lazy Letter: Lost Tourists

There’s a drive-through in front of our studio. This place used to be a restaurant before they bought the property and turned it into an art studio. So that makes sense. Our cabin is on the left side, a little bit at the back, by the walking trail. You can only see the roof of it from the road, but the studio is quite visible as you pass the village. The cabin must’ve been a home for the restaurant’s owner, I’m just thinking. There are only mountains behind our village. I didn’t know, but Alda said that highlands start beyond this place; rocky deserts and volcanos and valleys and hot springs, all the way up to the north shore. No one lives on the other side of this mountain.READ MORE