In the shadow of Sanayı sitesi pide salonu again, at the end of Migros street, near Garajlar and Bazaar. I left Elif, Serpil and Fatma, a blond artist with wooden leg and Fındık (now Sütlaç) in the atelier. My last Turkish lesson was quite disturbed, because all women burst out in screams of enthusiasm and tenderness about that tiny yellow teddy bear shaped doggy ploggy. Norma finally succeeded to make the deal - I tried too to get it from the girl (Sina?) who brought it from across the street. What , I thought. This would have been just the big pleasure for Elif... And there she came and made the baby sitter for our doggy for the rest of the lesson.
One day later telephone rang: Norma! She's attacking our cat! (we couldn't sleep all night! was the subtext) You still want it? we'll come at once... And they made all the way from Bodrum to us in Akyarlar, Önder (a photographer before 2000 and from 2007) and she, just to get rid of that fur bundle again.
First we called her Fındık (Hazelnut), Nermin wanted it. She follows us everywhere, she's very trusting and friendly to everything, even to hissing Yadigar. (Is it like this? Are we born full of trust and leave the world completely suspicious?). She sleeps much, plays and trains biting. She has much pain to get up or down the stairs. By night we go out into the dark with her. we are dog parents. It's said to be a Terrier. A true Bodrum Terrier isn't it?
Pide baker is burning vine branches in his stove, a scent as familiar to me as the pines in front of the Seven-Girls-Pharmacy. On the other side of the street a garden behind an old wall, a horse stands motionless in the cypress shadow, maybe for that I give him the attribute "sad", maybe because I see its ribs underneath the brown fur and its ears are like Yadish's when she while leaving the salon still scans the odd new being...
The mosque sings like mad. Did someone die? Fındık might be six weeks old. With veterinary Y. (from the tribe of goats) we fix her birthday to the 1.of Mai 2005.
(While I am typing this Elif just phones. She's with Rahshan, Orhan, Günesh and Alptekin just sitting there eating pide.......28.7.2006)

Some meters down the street a ?? is put on the pavement. Nobody writes about it. It is already forgotten.

6. December 2005
A man under the influence of gravity. His face is nearly circular, the front flat and lasting, though his eyes look ne rather closed. His nostrils wide like wings. A mouth with big, wet lips, a wide and broad mouth. a grave man?

9.11.2005
Police, people
Is that your car? a policeman is asking me. No? Good, because I squezzed it with my car.....
22. December 2005
Even in the coldest days of the year it is possible to sit outside here and feel the warmth of the sun on the neck. An eldery man is drinking to my health from the other end of the terrace, later on he'll say: "au revoir!". I hope to see him again. Where does Steve's church might be? He said, somewhere behind bazaar, in a simple flat on first floor - I think in these courst with cafes, ocakbashis and advocats. I shall buy big shiny Pommegranats from bazaar today. Perhaps Pembe amca (pink uncle) will sitt with Pepbe teyze (pink aunt) behind the fruit. Everything feels reassuring not christmas-like. Just a few minutes ago Iranian President Ahmedinedshad proposed on TV to settle all the Israelis back to Germany. Harry Rowohlt, our anarchist writer, likes that idea: German litterary life would flourish at once and the news would be presented by amazing sephardic beauties instead of blonde peasant girls. And the german neofascists would get rid of their jewless antisemitism and finally have their beating.....