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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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