Publikacija SEP 2011 - Vilenica
Publikacija SEP 2011 - Vilenica
Publikacija SEP 2011 - Vilenica
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some magician-like gestures. The tone of his voice is intimidating.<br />
“And he said, ‘Hey, little boy, you’re not even eighteen, and you want<br />
to screw. Buahaha!’ He imitates the man’s awful laugh. His flat echoes<br />
in reply: Buahaha. The flat that is no longer his. I light a cigarette and<br />
my burning match says: shoo Ozan. “Then I showed him my passport<br />
and told him: “Hey, man, I’m twenty-six.” And he said: “Yes, but eight<br />
years ago you weren’t twenty-six, and this sort of treason doesn’t have<br />
an expiration date.”<br />
He hugged his knees to his chest again and grew silent. I became<br />
aware that there was no room for me in his arms anymore. But where<br />
did I go wrong<br />
“You really don’t get it, do you” I waved my hand, encouraging him<br />
to proceed. “You really thought that I was a photo-model, agent, fashion<br />
designer, Gucci, whatever…” I listened to him. “You want me to tell<br />
you” he says aggressively and bitterly. “You know the clothing shop in<br />
Thaliastraße” I wasn’t familiar with the clothing shop in Thaliastraße.<br />
“That’s where I was selling clothes made in Turkey every single day and<br />
night. Or – to be precise – I was selling rags and bling every day, and<br />
during the night I was doing the transporting and storing.”<br />
“What about all those fashion magazines, your Italian designer<br />
shirts...”<br />
“Oh, I bought them at newsstands and online”, he waved his hands<br />
in the air as if he were dispelling illusions but with an embarrassed<br />
smile on his face.<br />
I grabbed him with both hands. He remained silent and distant.<br />
At one moment, we both glanced at the pile of emigration documents<br />
scattered on his desk. Like useless photographs, they only said: This<br />
was Ozan’s life. A testimony and investigation of some crime that had<br />
never been committed.<br />
“Yes, I was carrying the dusty underwear in and out of the storehouse,<br />
changing labels, doing daily accounts. Back then, you wrote<br />
about that Disneyland!”, he shouted arrogantly, alluding to my work<br />
on the architectural design solution for Vienna’s City Hall façade,<br />
which he referred to as “Disneyland”.<br />
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