Turkey – a travel journal – Day 4
Turkish people talk and talk and talk some more. Ferah tells us about her nephew who stood on a balcony lighting paper airplanes on fire and one sailed into the neigbor’s house and caused $20,000 in damage. We read in the paper about women cheating on their husbands more and more. We leave Ferah’s office and she dances a jig forgetting that the security camera is right there and her husband Ahmed is watching – he comes out and says with a look, “the camera, Ferah” and points up. Then we head to Antalya to meet the boys and more boys and more boys. I say in Turkish – everything will be beautiful – because I have learned to say that so well now. On the plane we read about Putin becoming a gay sex symbol and cut out the picture of him without his shirt. We are picked up by Mustafa and Yusif and driven to Kemer along the blue blue Mediterranean. They bring us to our hotel and they are next door at another. Hersheye choke guzel olijack. We change to our bikinis and head to the water where men surround us in banana hammocks and I float in the cool, delicious water with that same smile that hasn’t left my face. Later we dance and dance Turkish style with these beautiful men, and come back to our hotel at 3AM to meet the German Turks – the young Turks – with Yucel who wants so badly for me to walk hand and hand with him on the beach – to talk he says – and the stars are thick in the dark sky and before the sun comes up, another day is overflowing with wonder.