Koc University, Istanbul,
Summer 2013.
Their summer program seems doable. A month of Istanbul, from ancient Greece, ottoman till present. enough culture. Just, perfect? Can use the remaining days, weekends to jalan jalan around Turkey. Three weeks of culture, Mai, seriously? A good way to spend the $1000 travel voucher, if anything. Anyone else can’t go without money, so I shall be off, alone.
No Europe no need to fret over anything, just classes and field trips mostly. No need to worry about food. Turkey seems cheap enough. Relative to Islam, to say the least.
Then study and finish everything and to quote the fifteen year old maisarah , ‘be the happiest human on earth’.
Copenhagen can wait. I don’t feel any immediate need to travel, at least not in the ordinary sense of having thread the world. Touristy sort of stuff. I’d like to sink in, everything. This feeling of wanting to drown, to lose oneself, is growing inside me.
So Virginia hands one of her stones to me.
I take it and keep it inside a jar until the time comes for me to face eternity.
Pity. She shall never achieve anything. Your Mensa qualities shall bring you nothing, dear. Vain is written in your name. Wealth is splattered in your alphabets. You cannot escape your own plays.
But I who forfeit everything, shall be married to bliss. But who who who shall give me the slightest flickering hint?
I resign, everything.
Becuase in giving you up, I have ceased to be nothing. One by one, our dead ghouls are kissed by life. I smile with delight, love. I smile with delight.
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