fairytale

yesterday night i slept at four o'clock in the morning. because i was busy with telling some tales to a young dutch girl, by the talkative and narrative effects of my bottles of beers. she did talk just with her laugh and glances on me. were she? really? i hoped so. she was yes of course cute, pretty, and milky, you know milky way, she was walking at that way, and she called me there by taking my hand, saying, come with me.

why did i tell stories? i know a movie paris, texas. and we played at some scenes of that movie with her. she was very young, and i was just old. and i told her some stories. -do you know yeşilçam? have you heard about it? it's a big part of turkish movie industry and it has a long period. and in yeşilçam, there is a widespread story.

let's say, there is a boy living in a backwoods, he goes to a big city for university attendance or something like that; there is a girl, a girl really younger than him, they know each other at that time, but their conversation is so limited because of the age gap between. the boy goes older, and so the girl does. like lives of all of us. one day boy goes to his hometown, and meets that young girl, but she is not a child anymore, she became a charming girl by the years, for example even her view, eyes, glances, shots, appearance, everything has changed. the boy falls in love with that girl, but as i said before, there is ten years of years between. for example, girl is twenty and the boy is thirty. some of movies are based on this axis.

and now, let's come to our story. once upon a time, there was a boy having his summer holiday in a touristic town near the aegean sea. he met a foreign childish girl there, she was about fifteen years old then. the boy was in a relationship with a girl at that time, but he felt the young girl's eyes on himself. she was looking at him with careful eyes, with her velvet eyes, with her milky eyes. they just talked with some small sentences, they played some little games, because the boy used to get good relations with children. and he was twentyfive then. years passed and passed. one day at present, the boy goes to a wedding ceremony, and he sees a girl, a young a beautiful a different girl, he he he thinks, looks at the ones around her, and he thinks thinks, and edison acts from a bulb like the djinn coming from alaaddin's magic lamp. she is she. she is that childish girl in the past, she has grown up. she became more beautiful. and she is still the one (ugh?)

goes and asks her immediately, do you remember me? she says no. we met in bla bla, we played sea games, you had a naughty brother, ... she thinks, thinks, and again says no. ok, he says, let me remind you. and tells her a tale.

she says at the end: you are so funny.