Publikacija SEP 2011 - Vilenica
Publikacija SEP 2011 - Vilenica
Publikacija SEP 2011 - Vilenica
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mustache. He often drove Ozan to photo-sessions. It seemed Ozan’s<br />
“Oh” fashion agency had its drivers. At least Ozan told me so. “What’s<br />
Urug got to do with this”<br />
“You’re even dumber than me”, he ventilated his feelings in hilarious<br />
insults aimed at my obvious naivety. “That old guy is the owner<br />
of the shop where I had been slaving away. Actually, he’s the owner of<br />
maaaany shops”, he waved his hands in the air making invisible circles<br />
to suggest the whirlpools of shops and huge storehouses belonging<br />
to the dreadful Urug, workplaces that had swallowed up Ozan’s<br />
life. “One night, he was standing under your window. Actually, it’s<br />
anybody’s guess how many times he stood there. Yes, that’s right!”, he<br />
shouted at me, spitting small crumbs of muffin, “He saw us while we<br />
were kissing in front of the window. You and your bloody curtains.<br />
And stars!” he was choking. Choking with anger, with waves, water,<br />
helplessness.<br />
“Ozan, I’ll come back when you’ve had time to calm down.”<br />
I paused for a moment in the corridor, listening to Ozan’s meaningless<br />
shouting.<br />
II<br />
Ozan’s phone call late at night. Despite my dread that it would be<br />
even more confused, bitter and aggressive, his voice was tranquil and<br />
pleasant. I could hear the parquet floor creaking somewhere in the<br />
background – it was Ozan’s restless pace.<br />
The dramatic elements in our conversation equated zero. As if today<br />
and yesterday were erased from the calendar. Ozan said indifferently:<br />
“Don’t forget your iron. You’ve left it at my place.” I gave out a<br />
sound intending to express: it doesn’t matter, or: it can wait until you<br />
come back.<br />
“I heard from my mother”, he said.<br />
i remember a childhood story: the game of hide and seek, and a boy<br />
who hid himself so well that nobody could ever find him. proud of his<br />
skill, he did not want to go back on his own.<br />
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