PAPER
LADY
Ali
Murat ERKORKMAZ
Istanbul,
November 1994
Man
existed and created,
He
created pain, joy, sorrow and merriment
He
created friendship, affection, love, passion and hate
He
created power
Man
existed and created
and he worshipped his creation
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Night..
Murat
bending upon his table, nearly disappeared among his complex, wild drawings
and the paints that constantly
change colors in order to adapt
themselves to their surroundings. He
was working madly, as if he had cut all
his attachment with the living world. The table was so mixed up, it was so undisciplined and so vagrant. At the first
glance one could understand the lids of paint tubes were lost long ago; these open
tubes were lying shapeless in glass jars, brushes of every size, colorful
pencils, oils were bursting from the boxes.
The
paints that had been taken out of the jars were trying to hide themselves among
the papers on the table, the paints,
which are involuntarily leaking from the open tubes were slowly invading the
black table.
Murat
was around 45 years old, but his friends were
saying that he couldn't succeed to
pass his 14th birthday. He mixed whatever existed in his world:
paintings, statues, music... whatever was written in the menu.. He was one of
the few people, who was at peace within themselves. He did not have many bad
habits except being choosy on food and being too optimistic.
On
the wall at his back, three black and white posters were attracting attention.
The man on the top, with his unique hair, that resembled cotton candy was, may
be the only scientist, whose face was
familiar to a large group of people.
Albert
Einstein.
In
fact Einstein was pictured here with a violin at his hand but all the
people, whether related to science or
not will realize that he looks more like a scientist that a musician.
-Our
young guy is flying on the air said Einstein, but without using scientific
approaches, you can not create something. The mechanical structures of all the
living things have been based on a scientific reason.
A
voice rose from the poster right at the bottom:
-
Without the power of imagination,
without imagination, it is impossible to approach even to the most primitive solutions. Human beings
have to use their imagination power to dig up the nature and find the basic
colors.
He
turned his very deep eyes from side to side. He arranged first his left
mustache than his right mustache, using his right hand's pointing finger . His
eyes and his mustache were like his second signature.
Dali
... Salvador Dali...
Einstein
looked down to him.
-
My dear sir, please don't forget that
even in your utopic fantasies; natural balance, perspective, precision and even
science have priority. Can you tell me, that you don't use scientific methods
even while you are mixing the colors to
each other? Your creativeness is limited to the power of nature, the principals
of science and mathematics.
-
Yes, you are right monsignor, but all you have stated are organized under the power of my imagination and
synthesized in the endless curves of my brain.
And didn't you declare, that imagination is superior to information?
-
One mustn't confuse between the two.
Einstein
felt into deep thoughts for a moment. His eyes became fixed on an imaginary
horizon.
-
One mustn't mix scientific imagination with creation.
-
All your talkings are so meaningless.
From
the third poster an old, tired,
exhausted voice has been risen. The other two pointed their attention to the
source of that voice.
-
God is the only power that can create. Except him, all the things, that could
be named as creation are the hopeless imitations of his power. They seem, as if
they are creations. But when the game ends, all the players and all the
audience return back to their homes. To him.
Einstein
lifted his eyebrows as if he didn't like this idea. He closed and tightened his mouth.
Jesus
Christ was talking. In the third poster, as usual he was pictured on the cross and
was looking up with wonder - wisdom -
boredom in his eyes. He shook his head.
-
This world is not the real world. What we live in this world is just the
rehearsal of a divine game.
Dali felt the need to interfere
-
Such a long rehearsal .. why?
-
Please don't forget, that time is a relative concept.
Einstein
felt the necessity to interfere. He mixed his cotton candy hair by his right
hand, looked around, as if he forgot something.
-
Time that seems as millions of years to us, can be only a few seconds for God.
The
telephone rang.
Murat
was continuing to work, unaware of all these conversations. He was startled by
the harsh sound of the telephone. While he was trying to answer the phone, his
hand hit the water filled jar, that was used to clean the brushes. While it was
falling, Murat made a desperate attempt but couldn't prevent what would happen.
Most of the water slipped to the
table. Water thought, that it was his
turn to spread out all his hidden bad deeds and dived in between the pictures
and the paints. Water gave back all the dirt, that he collected from the
brushes.
2......................................
A
lady in mid thirties, who was a blond with greasy hair and narrowed green eyes
was on the phone. She was a copy of Madonna.
-
What has happened? Do you have a problem? What? You ... You know best.
Her
eyes wandered around the almost empty room and fixed on the ceiling.
Six
people that were sitting at the tall and lean meeting table was looking to her
with bored, silent eyes.
These
people, whose eyes had the lost look of an unfinished meeting, shared some
mutual points. It seemed as if, the successful roots of the youth of a different and developed community was put on
them like a make-up. But from tiny leaks the real structure was
grinning. Their personalities were trying to come to the facade and were
forcing the make-up, expensive cloths and fashionable watches.
The
one with circular wire glasses and thinning hair talked with the self-confidence of sitting at the head of the
table :
-
What has happened Ms. Dilek? Can't he come?
-
No... mmmm... one minute..
Ms.
Dilek closed the receiver with her hand, turned her head to the table.
-
He couldn't finish.
-
No, that can’t happen
The
one that whined was a plump man, who looked like the young American Bankers
with his striped coat.
-
This is the second time.. all the campaign is
spoiled because of him.. isn't there anybody else in this company, who
can draw?
While
glancing at the group, Dilek talked on the phone.
-
Okay, I will call you later. Okay... Eh.. What can we do? It's not important,
we will try to handle it.
She
closed the phone and turned to the table.
-
Sure there are other people Mr. Hayri, but
you insisted on him.
-
How could I know, he would delay so much....
Dilek
looked very painful and nervous. Than turned suddenly.
-
Murat, darling I am afraid you have to handle this.
-
You must be joking. I don't have time to breath.
-
It is easy for you Murat. Don't be a spoil-sport....
-
But Mr. Hayri I still couldn't finish the newspaper advertisement . And six....
-
Save us Murat!
Another
young advertiser who was making fun of the situation, made a begging signal to
Murat. Murat laughed and hit his hands. All made the same begging signal
together, as if they practiced on it. Mr. Hayri and the lady beside her, who seemed like to
secretary of Mr. Hayri looked at each other and smiled. The young man that did
the "save us" signal first turned to Murat, made an effort to give a
snake look to his eyes.
-
Must be a very, very beautiful girl...
Murat
felt the electricity wave coming from Mr. Hayri.
-
Like pure spring water said Mr. Hayri.
Dilek
jumped up from her chair.
-
Like pure water ... like pure spring
water ... Unbelievable .. the slogan just came out.
Mr.
Hayri seemed surprised.
-
What? Slogan?
Ms.
Dilek who seemed like Columbus unaware of himself because of the shock of his
discovery, leaned towards Mr. Hayri. There were victory flickers in her eyes
and she was enjoying to observe that the others in the room haven't discovered
America yet.
-
For the campaign, can there be a better slogan? Pure spring water and this
beautiful girl ... you are marvelous Mr. Hayri .
-
Yes, he is.
At
the end the secretary talked. Her face showed that she really was aware that
Mr. Hayri was marvelous but she couldn't understand why. Mr. Hayri chuckled.
-
Keh.. keh.. really so.
Raised
his head and looked to the others with a mischievous way.
-
Eh.. so there is no need to pay for you anymore, I think.
Dilek
turned to Murat.
-
She can be between 18 -20 years old, so beautiful that if she enters to this
room everybody will watch her holding their breath.
-
Beauty is a relative concept.
-
Nonsense, said another young man sitting beside.
-
Beauty is beauty. Otherwise how can all these magazines, films can be marketed.
Mr.
Hayri got up. As he always decided about the beginning and endings of the
meetings, he leaded the group.
-
Tomorrow...we are meeting again, tomorrow.
It
was easy to say so. Murat thought about all his waiting works.
-
Impossible, I have things to do tonight.
-
Tomorrow said Dilek , at the same time.
Dilek
looked to Murat. She was saying sorry with her eyes, Murat refused to accept
her pardon with his empty, fixed stare.
3
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While
trying to clean the table with the napkin, Murat was trying not to drop the
receiver that was stick between his head and shoulders.
-
We are stuck here again tonight. What? I will laugh at that ... We have chosen
the wrong profession. I work all day, all night.. Draw.. draw... What? Come on,
what is the relation? I am drawing a girl. What? Nice job, you say? Come and ask to me.. No I have all kinds of
tricks, I only don't want trouble.
The
table was nearly dry. While talking, Murat was examining the picture he has
saved. He put six-seven A4 sized pictures to the far side of the table.
-Okay,
we will meet tomorrow. Tell my regards to Lale.
He
closed the phone, looked at the picture for the last time.
-
How will we deal with you, young lady?
A
small smile flew from the lips of Dali on the wall.
He
left the room, washed the jar in the bathroom. Filled it with clean water.
Looked to his image on the mirror. He couldn't feel pleased. His tired eyes
became more wearied while looking at the reflection. In the room Einstein was
talking to himself.
-
Time.. time.. health and time are the most precious layers.
Dali
looked to him but didn't say anything.
-If
I had a little more time... If I had time...
Christ
mumbled
-
Everybody has enough time to do for, what he has to do..
-
A little more...
The
door was opened. Murat left the fresh filled jar to the table and sat down
at his chair. A velvet silence filled
the air. There wasn't any voice at all.
Dali opened his eyes to see what was happening. He looked to Einstein. Einstein
also sensed the strange air, was looking around with wonder.
Murat
got up, he walked to the tape recorder. Looked to his cassettes on the shelf.
Got one, looked surprised. His looks showed that he didn't see that red
cassette before. Tighten his lips, put the cassette in. Turned on the cassette
player and went back to his chair.
The
music started. Yes, he was listening to this music for the first time. He was
sure about that. Shook his head. Made his brush move on the paints and dipped
it into water. A wild red was drawing strange figures in the water.
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Morning.
Lively..
dynamic... All the colors got cleaner, the dirt of the night has been washed
out, full of hope, brilliant... Cars, people, workers heading to their offices,
factories, the others opening their
shops for the first time, weary looked shopkeepers, the pedestrians, who read
something and walked, the crowded buses, tiny people running to school, the long lines...
The
door was opened, a head was seen. A young, brown, thin head
-
Last stop, he said.
Murat
's head was lying between papers and paints.
-
Mmmm... what time is it?
-
July 18, 2021. Have you been sleeping for a long time?
-
Don't joke with me. I had to work till
morning.
-
You don't have to do all the work of this agency. We can get bankruptcy without
your help.
Murat
sat down slowly, without turning his eyes away from the picture he stretched.
-
Is it morning?
-
The meeting will start half an hour later, go and wash your face.
-
He was still looking at the picture.
-
God dam.. All my bones are aching.
His
friend looked at the picture.
-Is
that her?
-What
do you think?
-
I don't know
-
What do you mean you don't know? I tried more than 50 images, this is great.
-Don't
be angry. Anyway the customer will give
the final decision, not me.
He
took the picture from his friend
-
Don't care for that stupid. How can he
understand what a beautiful picture is.
His
friend imitated the monkeys and left the room. While he was putting the picture
to the table, he continued.
-Wait,
I will be back.
He
left the picture on the table.
People
were gathering in the meeting room.
He
washed his face in a hurry, brushed his teeth and looked his sleepless face and
untidy hair. He didn't like, what he saw.
Dali
shook his head..
-
This child is getting too tired.
Einstein,
who was powdering his hair agreed.
-He
has too much energy
Dali
smiled
Murat
threw the towel to the far corner of the bathroom.
Mr.
Hayri turned to the secretary
-
Last night I watched an interesting movie. The man got paralyzed. Only his
brain was working.
The
secretary had an artificial smile on her face. She seemed as if she was
listening but her mind was on the tea that was being served.
-
He became like a plant.. Richard
Dreyfus was the leading actor.
The
secretary looked at the other people at the room.
-We
have to thank for what we have.
This
words made everybody smile. Mr. Hayri looked at the ceiling. That secretary..
While
taking the picture from the table, Murat was trying to tidy his cloths.
Mr.
Hayri looked at his secretary, his eyes became like a line.
-Is
moving or walking so important
The
secretary squashed her lips as if to say "I don't know", shook her
head.
Murat
arranged his hair by his hands. Left the room.
The
people in the meeting room were getting tense. Everybody was watching the
other's face and getting more bored. Mr. Hayri looked at his watch.
-Is
Mr. Murat alive?
His
friend that talked to him recently laughed.
-Yes,
he is alive but leads to a life without
consciousness like a vegetal life.
The
secratary understood the joke and was very proud of her self.
-You
mean like a plant...
They
all laughed.
Einstein
looked towards the door
-I
hope he will be successful
The
door was opened and Murat came in.
-Good
Morning
Mr.
Hayri was drinking his tea, he looked with fixed eyes to Murat
-Let's
see it...
5-------------------------------------------------
In
a semi-lighted room two people were working silently with some scientific
apparatus. The shadow of the man in front of the microscope was on the mixed-up
papers and those shadows formed
funny shapes..
The
other person was working at the
opposite corner of the room, although her hair was cut as short as a man's, her
movements proved that she was a real woman.
She transfered a blue colored liquid from the pipette to the tube. Than
replaced the tube near many other tubes. Got one of the stickers, wrote a few
letters and numbers on it and attached it to the tube.
-
Honorable Mr. Engin is not hungry yet?
-What?
-I
am talking about being hungry
-
Me?
-No...Me
and the cancer viruses of your friends are also covered in my sentence.
-Sure
I am hungry.
-Let's
go out and eat something.
-Give
me two minutes.
-Okay,
you have two minutes.
Engin
talked without separating his eyes from the world of microbes.
-All
the methods tried upto now are wrong.
-All
the methods are wrong. Here we go again.
-
Nothing changed in 30 years. We couldn't kill these small creatures.
The
woman got up. She got her umbrella that was leaning to the table. She hold it
like a rifle and aimed Engin's microscope.
-One
minute, 30 seconds.
-But
they found a very good method to kill us.
-One
minute 20 seconds
The
woman began to approach slowly. Engin got closer to his microscope. He saw the
elements of the edge of the umbrella
from the microscope.
-One
minute, 5 seconds.
-Okay,
Okay... I am closing.
With
a rush, he turned of some bottoms. The lights of the microscope went off. He
leaned back, stretched.
-Let's
go and eat something.
The
woman pressed on the umbrella's
button, the umbrella suddenly opened in
front of Engin.
-Bang.
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While
going out of the office door, Engin was talking very rapidly.
-Look,
I don't know how to tell but I always felt the necessity to look to the events
from both ends.
-Are
you talking about the relation between us?
While
walking, Lale was glancing at Engin.
-A
serious explanation is coming. I am ready.
-Please
don't joke. About those viruses...
-I
should have known. I thought we left the viruses at the 6th floor.
Without
paying attention to the cars coming, they crossed the street.
-What
did we do upto now? I am talking about the medicine history. Think.
-Don't
make me tired while I am hungry. Cut it short.
-Since
the beginning didn't we try to kill the microbes and viruses?
-Eeeeee....
-But
it is different with the other animals and
living creatures.
-What
is different?
-
We are taking care of the plants, trees. It is advised us to protect and love
the animals.
-
To protect and love animals...What do you say, shall we protect and love
viruses too?
-
I mean something like that. I don't mean protection but we can try something
else than killing.
-What
?
-We
can try to communicate with them.
Both
of them stopped suddenly. They looked each other for a long time. Lale had a
a joyful, mischievous mask on her face.
-
You are very hungry.
While
eating in the cafeteria, Engin was chewing rapidly and talking. Lale had a
bored face, she wasn't very interested and was pretending to listen.
-But
viruses are dangerous, they can kill.
-So
the Lions and alligators.
-This
is not the same thing.
-Sure
not but if we can talk with them, we can be friends. Or at least we can
understand, why they cause trouble.
Lale's
sandwich felt on the table. She stopped for a minute and because of the thoughts
that came to her mind, she gave a small laughter.
-Why
they cause trouble.... You have a brain influenza, I think.
-All
the living creatures have a place in the ecology.
-Yes,
you are getting ill.
-Think
about us. We can talk about everything with our friends. Our troubles, our
wishes, expectations. But we don't talk these with strangers.
-Being
friends with viruses... Are you
serious...?
-There
must be a way.
Lale
got a bite from her sandwich. Stopped for a minute.
-Think
about what we are eating, there must be many microbes and viruses in it.
-Assume
that aliens are coming to the earth.
-Aliens?
-Don't
the scientist say, that we have to communicate with the outer space?
-Do
they?
Engin
put down his half eaten Hamburger on the table.
-Who
can guaranty that aliens don't look like us?
-But
that's different.
-The
aliens can be giants but they can be as small as a chicken or ...or ... smaller
-Like
a virus.
-Like
a virus.
-You
have brain influenza.
-
The problem is finding a way to communicate with these aliens.
-If
university authorities learn about it....
Engin
stopped. Looked at his hamburger through
his glass. It was like looking to the amusement park mirrors.
Lale
stared at him, with pity.
-Look,
you couldn't even find a correct way to communicate with me.
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-Like
the pure spring water? said Mr. Hayri. He looked to the picture from a
distance.
-Like
the pure spring water. What do you say?
He
gave the picture to his secretary. The secretary looked with frightened
eyes. She was not sure whether to say
excellent or horrible. Mr. Hayri
understood her dilemma. In order to make the situation clear he said:
-Not
bad...I mean the girl is not bad, but she didn't make me think about the pure
spring water.
All
the room was silent. Dilek knew that a long silence could mean trouble. She hurriedly said:
-You
are right, we have to change her a little.
-The
man sitting besides her, supported her hurriedly.
-You
are right. In fact I was waiting a different kind of a girl but if we make some
changes on this one, it will be okay.
While
saying these he looked at Murat. Murat has fixed his eyes to a point at the
middle of the table.
As
if these conversation was not important for him.
-No..
I had a similar image in my mind. Only
we have to make some small changes..
While
saying these, Dilek looked at Murat and making him feel that, she was trying to
protect him.
Mr.
Hayri began to turn around the picture.
-I
mean, I don't know ....
The
secretary meowed.
-
If she were a blond
Mr.
hayri looked at the secretary as if he was looking at a bad designed furniture.
The secretary similed.
-The
Turkish men prefer blonds..
Dilek
got the picture from Mr. Hayri, she placed it on the empty plastic bottle,
didn't like it, placed it at the back of the plastic bottle.
-The
color of her eyes is very nice. Like water..
-We
can make her older or younger.
Another
man became more courageous from those words of Mr. Hayri. He sat more still on
his chair and said.
-What
will this girl wear?
Mr.
Hayri looked at Murat
-You
don't say anything.
Dilek
examined the picture more closely and gave her decision.
-She
must be a little bit plump. This girl is too thin.
-It's Murat's turn to speak, insisted Mr. Hayri.
All
got silenced and turned to Murat. Murat was still looking to a point at the
middle of the table.. Than he took the
picture from Dilek. Looked at the girl in the picture. Everyone was
looking at him curiously. He put the
picture to the table.
-I
have talked, he said. That is the girl.
His
eyes met with Mr. Hayri's. He fixed a meaningless feeling to his face. For the
counterpart it was a "the doors are closed you can not enter" feeling
than "a yes or no" Mr. Hayri
also wore a same type of mask. You can feel him thinking " you play a
dirty trick, don't you?".
9--------------------------------------
The
weather was not very good. It was not good at all, but they have talked about
going to fishing. While the boats in
the marina were playing the role of abounded and unprotected.... a few people
were trying to find a solution to their silent problems. They were changing a
rope, or a wood piece. It was a pity that people could profit so little from
the boats they have purchased for a large sum of money and effort. But the time
always works against the swimming worlds.
The short sea season passes very quickly than the boats are left resting
in the dirty waters of the marinas. Many sea animals, molds invade the bottom of the boats. The wind
tears their flag, rain enters silently into the deck, that was dried under the
sun, than rain drops spread everywhere. But most of the people dream to own a
boat. To sail to the deserted places. The need for silence. The ambition of
being in the nature and sharing the power of nature with the sails. The need
for vast clearings...
Is
that why the old sailors always looked very energetic?
Engin
was brushing the seagull dirt. Why the seagulls always prefer the wooden boats?
They eat in the wooden boats and they shit there. The plastic boats don't have
problems like that. Everything was so nice but cleaning this mess made Engin
very angry. Murat was sitting in the
front and was burning the ends of the ropes with the flame of the lantern. If those are not burned, they would open
from the ends and become useless.
-
Look here hairy brush, do we have to work like a slave in order to go to
fishing?
Murat
said nothing.
-You
give all the dirty jobs to me.
-Be
silent and continue to clean, you slave.
-Okay,
let's sail.
-We
wouldn't be able to catch any fish at this hour.
-I
am preparing tea.
Engin
left his brushes and went inside. Murat looked after him.
-The
butane tube is in the locker.
Engin
showed his head from the door.
-I
hate tubes, all my life passes among
the test tubes.
He
came outside, replaced the tube and put
the water, Murat was still burning the ends of ropes.
-How
is everything in the test tube country?
-I
am fed up with viruses. Even at nights I dream of viruses. Small, big,
curving..
-
What are they saying about your theory?
-
Impossible, funny, nonsense, childish....
-That
means you will be successful.
-Communication
... problem is that...
-
That is the problem ... corrected Murat. Did you developed a method?
-
I don't want to act like I read in the science-fiction novels but I don't
know.. I want to experiment with light and electric . My problem is with the
university authorities. If they believe in me, I would receive some money from
the experiment fund.
Murat
came near Engin, he was swinging the lantern. He hung the lantern to a wall
inside, which looked like the interior
parts of a home. In the entrance with four steps you could reach the “saloon”.
There were two cabins at the back. And a
small kitchen separated from the saloon
just on the left. A stainless steel basin, small burner, one kettle, a pan, some dishes on
the shelves. A small, lovely kitchen.. In the middle of the saloon there was a portable table and two portable
beds. The main pole was going down just near the table. There was an other cabin at the front. You
can see a V shaped bed from its open door. All the side walls of the boat were covered with books. Murat worked for
seven years to buy this boat, but now was using it very seldom.
-That
is the problem.. Against all those alive and moving organisms, the nature is
silent and still with millions of stone and earth. It doesn't matter how lively
and energetic you are. The earth prevents your motions.
-
Look, hairy brush.. what happened to the beautiful girl you were drawing?
Murat
only smiled. Went out. Turned on the ignition. First a sound was heard than a
smoke was seen. He went inside. Got a
bag, opened it. He took a picture from the bag and gave it to Engin.
Dilek
shook her head with anger.
-Don't
do that Murat, she said.
The
women on the phone, asked to the man besides her:
-Are
you sure?
-
I was there.
-
We can lose a customer because of this.
Dilek
put her hands to her sides.
-This
boy got mad, she shouted.
-What
would happen, if he makes some corrections?
-nnt...nnnt..nnttt..
Mr.
Hayri sat straight.
-Murat
will say the last words.
Murat smiled, while showing the picture to Engin.
I have already said the last words.
Engin
examined the picture
-You
should have been born in America, Hairy
brush..
Murat
carried the bag and the picture to his cabin. He looked at the picture again.
When he was replacing the picture into the envelope he took it out again and
smiled.
-You
are the most beautiful pure spring water for me, he said. Than he put the picture
into the envelope and went out. He threw the ropes to the dock and the boat left the harbor, while the seagulls
were crying.
10---------------------------------------------
Obstinacy
is a pleasurable feeling said Dali. Ambition and obstinacy are the main
contributors of determination.
-
I agree with you replied Einstein, in order not to be stuck in the middle of
the road, you need ambition, obstinacy and patience. For the motivation to work, you need ambition and obstinacy to go
on.
Christ
raised his head
-
Weakness is a very painful and weak
concept where as stubbornness and ambition are deadly and wrong behaviors. The
real important thing is existing in the
eyes of God.
-Don't
say so monsignor, you established
Christianity with your stubbornness and ambition.
-No..
with patience and love.
-
If you love, what you like, in order to
success you will become ambitious. There is a very small line between patience
and stubbornness.
These
words of Einstein made the other two look at him.
Murat
stepped inside. Than his two friends
came in. Dilek shouted :
-Tomorrow
night.
Murat
placed the picture on a chair just opposite him.
-
I will do my best
The
other friend got his pencil and approached to the picture.
-We
can make her eyebrows ...
Murat
seized his friend's hand.. He looked with anger. For one minute the most violent scenes of the violence films came
to his mind. He hit his friend lightly.
-Don't
touch her.
His
friend was surprised by Murat's behavior. He threw the pencil to the table.
-What
did I do?
-Don't
touch her. She is very pretty like this.
Dilek
touched the others arm.
-Let's
go. leave him with his beautiful girl. Don't forget Murat, tomorrow night all
newspapers and magazines...
Murat
said nothing. He sat down. When Dilek and the other person was leaving the
room, he pressed the button of the cassette player. Last night's music filled
the air. It wrapped Murat, got him
under its effect. In the dim light coming from the window and the light of the
table lamp, Murat put his hands under his head and closed his eyes. He left
himself to the magic of his music.
-
My beautiful girl is different, my
beautiful girl is different he
murmured.
-
If I wanted to change them, what would they say? My beautiful girl is
different.
The
girl in the armchair winked her eyes and smiled.
Murat
continued to talk to himself.
-Do
you want me to change?
-Never,
said the girl