بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ

 

I’m reluctant to write a passage with my poor English, but I do hope some rich, well-educated Turkish could read it.

 

Last Friday I saw a Turkish consulate part-time job opening on a website, so I submitted my resume and then got a chance for interview.

 

Today the interviewer, a doctor of Economy, invited me to ‘Friday’, the traditional American restaurant. He’s well shaved and neatly dressed. You’ll never tell he’s a Turkish if you have no idea of that. I greeted him by the Muslim’s way ‘Selaman Alikum’, but he answered  ‘Nice to meet you’ as if he couldn’t understand Turkish. During the whole interview process, I didn’t find any Turkish expression or habit from him. I even doubted if he is really a Turkish, which I thought he would be very happy to know. When he asked me ‘Why are you applying for the job?’ I said, ‘I want to learn more Economy knowledge; and I also want to do something for the communication between Turkey and China.’ Then his face turned completely bad. He told me seriously and cold, ‘The job is not related to Turkey at all.’

 

Yes, I may have applied for a wrong position. I have such a great passion for the Turkish music, dance and food instead of Economy. What hurts me is not I lose a chance. I don't lack for money and he’s not the typical warm, friendly Turkish I'd like to work for. It is his attitude towards his country deeply hurts me. I can feel he’s unintentionally trying hard to behave not like a Turkish. It even insulted and offended me, a foreigner who respects Turkey more than him.

 

It’s my first time talking with an upper class Turkish. After the interview, I felt very sad and then I visited my poor Turkish friends. I would rather mess around with them, a crowd of lovely Turkish who easily get drunk in restaurants, singing, dancing and yelling how powerful their country is.                                                                                 

两个人能在一座城市生活对我来说一直是件太奢侈的事
傍晚市北下了场电闪雷鸣的雨 我倒还平静 早就习惯机场火车站这样的地方了 说实话远距离相处才是我的专长
推开家门顿感豁亮 走在地板上不自觉地放轻脚步 怕是重了房子里会响起回音
鱼缸里的水哗哗地流着 不知饿着肚子的鱼们睡了没有 也懒得看
好久没安排过自己的时间 有点不知道该干啥了 其实有好多想做的事儿呢
我可怜的眼睛啊 长在我的脸上真对不住了
 
很喜欢这首歌，重复部分的歌词是
iki kalp arasindaki en kisa yolda
Birbirimize sarilip yürüyorduk
Sen kalbimin en sol tarafinda
Merdivenleri tirmaniyorduk

Translate-
On the shortest path between two hearts
we were walking embracing one another
you are at the leftest side of my heart
we were climbing the stairs together

我给花大桶大桶地浇水

他拿来布和喷壶 将叶子一片片擦得亮亮的 他说，每天陪花说话的时候她们可以长高长漂亮

我喜欢将大盒大盒的巧克力一扫而空 他喜欢抱着砖头一样大的奶酪啃
于是冰箱里有了这两样东西 我们就不至于挨饿

我说 第一次去土耳其的时候我才相信从你家到公司有90km 好远啊
他说 第一次来中国的时候我怕了 这是哪啊 为什么有这么高的房子 我想的中国人个子很矮 很多人会飞 和电影里一样

我喜欢九点睡觉 他喜欢四点睡觉
我们尝试了很多种方法甚至包括唱歌和学汉语都没能改变他顽固的家乡生物钟

于是半夜他拿来点心和香蕉招呼我野餐
“这个是草坪 askim 你想 我们现在在植物园 你看那边是什么？”
“butterfly”
“不，是鸟”
 "啊 看那儿"
“呱呱”
“这不是动物园啊 那个是孩子”
“哦”
“啊 那边有一个河 你看河里是什么”
“草”
“不 是青蛙”

在相继几个周末在酒吧玩到五点以后 连续十三个小时的长眠也没能拯救我
我终于咳嗽打喷嚏了
乖乖的钻在被窝里捧着巧克力上网
趁着他在外面玩的时候养养神
为什么这样精力旺盛 阿拉阿拉

 

 

 

 

 

今儿肚子痛，破例早早回了家，心满意足地吃过烤馒头片夹奶酪，懒洋洋的钻在被窝里去淘包给手机冲了值。可惜大雪导致卡卡家断电，于是我钻在被窝里开着电脑等，小记一下最近发生的让我高兴的事儿：

a.       春节真热闹，南北大军在天津会合，把远近亲戚串了个遍，过了两天凿冰窟窿捞鱼吃野鸡不洗澡的农村生活；还把两个可爱的上海表妹拐来我家，白天领着逛庙会转故宫，晚上给他们做大餐。反正我做的都是他们没吃过的东西，再加上他们和我一样，按小英的话说就是超市里除了牙膏什么都吃，于是我的厨艺被吹捧得上了天，足足的满足了我的虚荣心。好舍不得他们回去。

b.       从家去地铁站的公车增加了好多，现在不用练哑铃就能挤上车，也不用在寒风中苦等二十分钟了，人民生活水平着实逐年见长~

c.       春暖花开的季节就到了，转眼就一年了，又快可以开始计划我的年假了。一切都令人惊喜。发现幸福也是可以只有快乐没有痛的：）

d.       每天很充实。还有…我终于有睡意了 耶！今晚不失眠 我先睡了askim Iyi geceler ~

环境确实影响人，五环就是不一样。

每天在通往地铁的长途车上倚窗小憩；周末一项重要的运动就是从超市扛些米啊面啊，空闲时见见住的不是太远的朋友，剩余时间用于闷头大睡。

难得去趟酒吧，酒量日趋下降，兜里揣着手机，玩起来没了旧日的不羁。醒来像是遥远的一场梦，拿出布满灰尘的肖邦，半天才缓过神儿来。

不到一年的时间里，我在精神上从老年步入少年，现在应该算青年奔中年了吧。可我不是热血沸腾的理想青年，也不是追求伟大事业的抱负青年，我只要快乐的生活。

二十几岁的人思想变得真快，昨天还在苦苦追求的今天就成了回忆，明天又有了新的方向。每天都对生活有着更贴近本质的理解。了解生活多一点，便爱上生活多一点。

 

周末和朋友在家party，忙活儿了两个晚上，心血啊~

Pizza, roasted chicken, chips, cheese cake & BAKLAVA (我的最爱)