Tour

I remember she talked German mostly, as language intermediary to people in Yugoslavia and Bulgaria. She was the gateway, of the east/west passage. She would be taking me to the east, a place I had almost no idea about and in fact I had no idea of where I was going at all.

I left my scooter and gear at the hotel. One of the workers, a man of late-forties, wanted to use the scooter while I was away. For him it was a luxury, and I didn't think he could afford this top-of-the-line Vespa for himself. So I left it with him and drove-off with Epeck. Oh - the memory of it. She was it. She was the woman I was looking for. She is everything I am not. What's not to like. By all her not-ness, she was above me. Yes - Your Not-ness. She is my not. And I was also not. I had established that in the automat. I am not-king of not-king-am. What are the rules here ? Very puzzling. This is a woman like I had never met. Absolutely fascinating - Turkish, her family living in Istanbul, raised and educated in London. Where there boarding schools ? Probably but I don't remember. She gave me a whole history. It was out of my league. I don't remember the car. Think it was black. I drove. She fed me Gauloises French cigarettes expensive and very strong the whole trip. Think I got a sore-throat. She lit them for me. They came in a blue box. It was quite an interesting and very good trip. She dropped me in down-town Istanbul near the train station.

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