Sunday, May 3, 2009

Funeral

After my little rendezvous we head back to town where I meet up with Lisa. "Do you want to go to a funeral?" Sure how appropriate. I put my headscarf on like a good girl. I have to look respectable. I haven't seen plots like these before. On top of the graves are a swallow walled rectangle the length of the casket, which is kept BTW the body - is just tossed over in the hole. Flowers and some kind of nice plants are grown inside.



Lisa and I make dinner again just like last time but with some fresh ginger in the cavity. I decided I like the fish baked more than grilled. It's so moist. We have wild asparagus, which tastes more like brocolli rabe. It's bitter but I like bitter. Like I said Lisa doesn't have a food processor but the mortal and pestil (sp) didn't make the fava bean spread smooth enough. This time I used her immersion blender which caused the stuff to fly everywhere.



The on going Bayrem saga. I take the same walk I did the other day but brought water this time. I have now walked every road on this island. I timed myself. I could've done it in 3 1/4 hours except when I'm almost back in town bopping to the Ramones guess who pulls up beside me? He looks at me like you crazy girl. He points to where we are to meet later and says do kooz. That's 9:00. Well he's late again and I use Lisa's phone to call him. When he first gave me his number I thought oh right like you're going to understand what I say. Well Lisa wrote me a note. Except he starts saying something and I don't have a clue. You say why doesn't Lisa translate. It's tabu and she would be an accomplice.



I leave Lisa's and head over to my apt. He's at a cafe, sees me and leads me over behind the ATM machine like no one is going to see us there. Besh (five minutes) at Lisa's. He swings over on his scooter. I say Akarsu where I'm staying. He could come in without anyone seeing him. Problem Problem the universal word. No problem I say. Problem he says. He heads out of town to the shephard's hut. No electricity No pillows No sheets No problem. It sure felt good to be held all night by a younger man.

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