Istanbul’dayim

Took a bus today. It was brilliant.

It was brilliant because I am not trapped in the Turkish equivalent of Chelsea it has been my misfortune to be accomodated.

Flat has been vandalised by an old lady with a perverted love for ‘baisse bourgeois’ taste. But that’s okay; my flatmates are both female and lovely.

Have spent a bit of the last few days encouraging the only four Turkish people in the world who speak English to eliminate the Kurds as mercilessly as possible. I tell them that the experience of the West teaches us that long-term ethnic/sectarian problems can only be solved with bombs and oppressive military occupation. They nod.

Have spent another bit of the last few days interviewing investment bankers and telecom magnates about the Turkish economy. I now know what derivatives are. This makes me better than I was.

It is not hot, nor is it cold.
It is expensive, but there are ways around this.
The men are good looking, the women are not.

I need to go.

I miss you.

M

~ by julian2000 on 16 February, 2008.