a turkish story

the scene opens with a string quartet playing with a soft fluit fiddling around in between the notes. you spot a girl standing in a golden Charleston dress complete with headband and fishnets and while she stairs into the dark convention centre she wishes the world would just stop for a moment. because emotionally she cannot anymore. she is too tired to realize when she is hungry. too tired too realize when she's alone or thirsty for that matter. so far this story has been a hard and brutal one . filled with not only afrikaans and English swear words. you do pick up alot when you listen.

then again when a Brazilian tells you your fat would you actually listen too a dark kroes kop tosser who thinks the sun shines out of is pula ass. phew got that out so now i feel better.

i threw my cubboard out of the window the other night . it kept falling on my head. and i just did not have the patience anymore. whoops. i could hear my moms voice in the back of my head actually.

and now whenever i feel frustrated i just thow sheize out of the window.
I've been scratching myself in the night so my bed in the mornings look like I've had a fight with a moerse mosquito and lost. badly. and Turkish housekeeping ain't really a fan of us so i have learned to steal sheets every second day and make my bed all shiny and new. biatches.

this job has it's perks though. i have had the opportunity too swim in the middle of the ocean while eating watermelon on a boat. we went paraseiling . (you have to do that once in your life) and some days are really good . filled with a little sunshine and laughter. speaking about sunshine it gets up to 50 degrees in this place so the Ukrainian oameni are half brain damaged every daY. if you cant handle the heat get out of the kitchen i say. but the routines are getting a little boring . i am not German nor Russian but i use this to my advantage if i don't feel like speaking to a horny turk i just reply "no englease . priviette. Russian" . yes i am a bitch like that. i even showed the finger too a photographer when he called me German for the umpteenth time and thought it funny. not so funny anymore now are we?loo loo loo i've got some apples loo loo loo you want soe too?

i miss a real live house. one with a stove and a television blaring out load and a dog going out her mind. the smell of butternut and cape town combined on a Saturday.

been listening too miss shakira's "Africa" over and over. when it plays I'm the only one on the dance floor with Germans staring at me like I've had too much too drink... well i will bite though. that requires no use of illegal substances. i am strong.

You're a good soldier
Choosing your battles
Pick yourself up
And dust yourself off
Get back in the saddle
You're on the front line
Everyone's watching
You know it's serious
We're getting closer
This isn't over

The pressure's on; you feel it
But you got it all; believe it
When you fall, get up, oh oh
And if you fall, get up, eh eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
Cause this is Africa
Tsamina mina eh eh
Waka waka eh eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
This time for Africa

Listen to your god; this is our motto
Your time to shine
Don't wait in line
Y vamos por todo
People are raising their expectations
Go on and feel it
This is your moment
No hesitation

Today's your day
I feel it
You paved the way,
Believe it
If you get down
Get up oh, oh
When you get down,
Get up eh, eh

Tsamina mina zangalewa
This time for Africa
Tsamina mina eh eh
Waka waka eh eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
Anawa aa
Tsamina mina eh eh
Waka waka eh eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
This time for Africa

shakira- it's time for Afrika