I am now sitting on a marble near the shore of Ortakoy. It is very crowded here. 4 Indians are chatting in front of me and they are pretty interesting. People are eating oysters, corn and baked potatoes. The hanged flags are playing with the wind and I have no idea why am I writing those on my entry for leaving Barca :)))
On my last day, I woke up and looked at the empty side of my bed...Rodriguez wasn't there but his head's trace was on the pillow. This time I took a shower all alone and went downstairs for breakfast. For my last 4 days, Sergio gave me a present of breakfasts because of deciding to stay more. Good kid!
After the breakfast, I ran out to find an extra luggage. Ah, but before that I went to the musical instruments shop to buy an instrument for dad. After I bought my luggage, I went back to the hotel and packed. After the check-out, they let me to leave my luggages over there and spend my free time...
Then, by chance, dad called me and told that mum asks for a magnet. That was the moment when I realized I didn't buy any...because I don't like them and didn't want to bring magnets as presents...so I started to run faster to find a nice magnet like the ones in museum shops. I walked through the old town, and found a wonderful shop over there. When I left there I had magnets, cute frogs for my parent's house, an eraser for dad and a Pan-Am bag for me. (which I sometimes thinking to give Bert)
My bags were heavy and I wasn't sure if Rodriguez would come back. So I checked how much does it cost from hotel to the airport by cab. It wasn't too much...so I just took it!!
At the airport, I had plenty of time. The line of check-in was my landing on earth. There were 4 Turkish women next to me who talk too much and that was the first time my ears heard some Turkish after 9 days. No, I didn't like it...we had a delay, and a problem with the gate. But it was ok, I made some shopping (with my own money!!!) and then it was the time...
In the plane...I tried to listen to music, read, write, watch outside...but none of them worked. Yip was unhappy...I realized that I didn't miss anything in Turkey. (except some people). My eyes were full of tears...and I was aware that I could stay there forever. Silence for 9 days, not knowing someone in the town, bad experiences, hunger because of tomatoes, and even Rodriguez were not real problems. The way people behave, the freedom on the streets, creativity, and peace were what mattered. On that fucking plane, I understood that I won't stay long in Turkey. One day, something's going to happen and I will leave. Anything can be the reason...maybe I'll fall in love, maybe somebody will call me for a job, or just a moment will come and I'll pack my bag. I guess it will happen in at most one year...yes I'm that sure. Dad always says he is aware I'm not going to stay here since my childhood. Now I know that he is totally right...
I won't write what happened when I'm back because it is something ruining that magic.
That was all. End of Barca. Beginning of awareness!!!
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