An autumnal pain in Kazan -6-

... We went out of the pine-smelling cottage to the muddy street of the village. Between colourful building, we moved towards the forest beyond the road. I could walk easier than before thanks to the high boots Regina had borrowed me. The cold wind not only froze our face but also blew all the smokes... Continue Reading →

An autumnal pain in Kazan -5-

... The sky had all tones of the grey. It was like an endless trip driving among high red pine forest. The road lost its colour because of mud was laying in front of us. Our speed was too low due to old rubbish looking Soviet-style lorries and trucks occupied narrow lines. My father was... Continue Reading →

An autumnal pain in Kazan -4-

... I found my mum with her worried eyes, in front of the wide window with the view of Volga river. I was late, my face was faded and red. Those were enough for my mum to guess that I had kidnapped by the Russian mafia. She was not someone panics easily. But She would never... Continue Reading →

An autumnal pain in Kazan -2-

... Three weeks past in the blink of an eye. During this time, our relationship had a stable tempo.  We started to walk together after the school until the bus stations. We were walking down the Yapeyeva Street and arriving at Lenina Garden. After watching the swans preparing for winter in the black lake covered... Continue Reading →

An autumnal pain in Kazan -1-

Respects to Regina 12/10/2014 IQ Café, Kazan It was one of my regular Sunday walks. I was not walking for a healthy life or something like as. I was 17 and without boasting, I was the fastest right wing player of high school`s football team. Just only, I liked to be on my own and... Continue Reading →

Kazan’da bir güz sancısı -3-

... Oda baştan aşağıya ahşap kaplıydı ve her yandan tavanı destekleyen kolonlar çıkıyordu. burası bir çatı katıydı ve acemi bir dekorasyonla ucuz bir pansiyon odasına dönüştürülmüştü. Girişin sağında iki kişilik bir yatak ve askılık; solunda daracık bir banyo ve tuvalete giren kapı vardı. İlerisi genişçe bir boşluktu. Ama meyilli bir şekilde alçalan tavan uzanıp dokunulacak... Continue Reading →

Kazan’da bir güz sancısı -1-

  Regina`a saygıyla, 12/10/2014 IQ cafe, KAZAN ... Her Pazar sabahı, aksatmadan çıktığım yürüyüşlerden biriydi. Sağlıklı yaşam için falan yürümüyordum; henüz on yedi yaşındaydım ve abartısız lise futbol takımının en hızlı sağ açığıydım. Sadece, kendimle baş başa kalmayı seviyordum ve kalabalıklar içinde yalınız kalmaktansa, kendimle yalnız kalmayı daha çekilir buluyordum, hepsi bu! Ekim ortalarıydı. Kaban... Continue Reading →

Some reflections in my mind these days…

1st   "I am a poor lonesome cowboy..." by Lucky Luke... I could not stop myself to whisper this song after I saw Jamie leaving Kings Landing and heading to the North... You can find the song on the link if you wanna remember those old days:   2nd   Cool amphibious monster of "the... Continue Reading →

the motivation of approaching a girl…

The first thing should be kept in mind is that deciding to approach a girl will increase the possibility of success 0 percent to 50 percent. This is simple, mathematically your chance is 50percent when you decided to get in action, while it is 0 without any action. The second fact is related to another... Continue Reading →'da Blog Oluşturun.

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