This must be Serbian language. The man sings partly in english partly in serbian, with accompany of violin. what is more, the song is quite long: 7 minutes. Seven minutes... what can be stated within 7 minutes? what does the singer possibly express? no idea... it was sent to me by a friend. This I can remember. What might she be doing now? Perhaps sleeping? why not... perhaps she already prepared some pastry for the tomorrow... but did she believe in God, was she religious? I don´t remember... I don´t think, though, she was. How fast the time flies! sometimes I can´t believe... 

it is late... nearly morning! Why did I not fall a sleep and why do I still not? Tomorrow is off...  This can be the reason... "the reason"? Wait a second!... I was recently re-thinking this. The use of the articles... in english, german, french and other latin and germanic languages. I am pretty sure I used the article above correctly - but by heart, not because I have the understanding, let alone feeling, to use it when and where necessary. The, der, die, das, le, la, les, du - my God! I want to scream, even shout at, the faces of those past-historical latin-germanic nations: Were you insane? Were you crazy? Couldn´t you perceive the things, the life, the world, the universe without articles? Why and what need? They must have been sexist!... Yes, They must have been very sexist, which get reflexed in todays western languages. 

Thanks God, english with its only one definite article "the" seems to be the most innocent, compared to for examle French or German. "Didn´t you have or find anything else to invent, to think of, to be busy with, to perceive ´things´ with other than your definite articles?" would I wish to ask? (Is this word order German-effect on me?) One for male, the other is for female things, still the third one is for nueatral things. What else?...

OK, let me make some exercise on it: The content of this thread is now more or less clear and is known by the reader. Should I for example have named the title with or without the article - "the thread with no article" or "thread with no article"? How could I feel  ( notice ´feel´ ) if the ´thread´ in question is known by others (in our case, TC users) or if I would mention it for the first time while writing/deciding? Is this thread unique and only one both in space and time, thus with ´the thread´? Or is this thread, too, just one of the thousands of the threads that were/are read by the users - thus with "the thread"? I guess I will never ever have such feeling, no matter how fluent I might be at a foreign language, no matter how much I command it! And top of all this, is it "der", "die" or "das Joghurt"? Hehehe! Perfect! Prima!...

I must close the window now, it is getting cold... and as you will probably suggest, I must sleep... whereas I am smoking... why?... I am not well. I don´t feel safe... I am under pressure... I have stress... and look at me: what am I doing here? Just killing time? I was very sick of killing time here! Was I not very sick of attacking, playing with, having fun with, catching the attention of people here! Was I not very sick of receiving applaus, complements, private massages, girls, ladies? I must close the window and immediately stop smoking! I am tired... bored... sleepless...

I must go... I am tired...

"Life is trouble, only death is not" says Zorba. Is he right? He must be, at least about the first. "Only death is not..." If so, why shall I  fear of death then? Then maybe he is wrong, maybe death is trouble as well since almost everyone fears of it. I do fear as well, especially recently. But why? What happened to me? What has changed? To these and many more questions I try to find answers recently. And the only possible answer that I could find is that I have now a lot to lose. Otherwise, why should I fear of it? As I do know very well, only those who has nothing to lose are fearless.

When I was younger, I would repeat Epictetus´s words about death: "We will never meet death, for it doesn´t exist when we do, and we doesn´t exist when it does. So, no need to fear of it". These days this doesn´t help either. Whatever I try to remember, tell myself, see, watch, read about death, I constantly fear of it. I simply can´t help fearing of it. What can I do? Listening to Chopin´s funeral for example, like fighting fire with fire? Or going to churchs and mosques on a regular basis to get my opium, so that I should be glad of the fact one day I will die? or perhaps reading Socrates again?

I do fear of death! Especially recently... I feel so helpless, while I am not. Why? I should stop moaning... I am not weak and helpless that much. Thanks God(!), I can still think of Kurosawa - my dead man, my dead master, my dead friend. I can regard death like a joy! I can smile at it, embrace it, mock it, like my master Kurosawa did. I, too, can be a resident of the Water Mills Village.

Village of the Water Mills - Part1

Village of the Water Mills - Part2

It seems she will soon visit Turkey. If I were in Turkey and invited her to visit me or suggested her a meeting, would she accept? Would she be curious about or find it worth knowing me personaly? I don´t know... I tend to guess no, though. Why would she bother to, while she has perhaps many friends, and even worse, a boyfriend in Turkey? But irregardless of what her reaction would be, I would try to... there would be no harm in trying. But why do I now feel a bit jeaolus? It is true that I wish to be one to be visited by her. But is it the end of world if I will perhaps never  find a chance to know her personally and to meet her? No, I am not and won´t be weak that much! She has perfectly managed to draw my attention, but now she is about to distort my balance. I musn´t let her do this! I musn´t... And remember, you are pagliaccio! And likely she is not for you. Now ridi pagliaccio, and everyone will clap!

 she is not for you..definitely .)but as Carlos Luiz Zafon says"the heart can be broken once,the other times it is only scratched"forgive naughty birdy,she is lovely in fact)))

Turkiye is her love....pagliacco and as she can´t belong to anyone except Turkey and her own country .....pls don´t make a fussand don´t be jealous...you promised her independence...your memory can be short but she remembers.)

 now,play Cohen for her,preferably "bird on a wire"and calm,calm,calm down)))

She is very beautiful and do knows very well how to catch the sun on the beach near Kusadasi! It is tempting! I hardly hold myself not fall in love with her! I will only pray God that she has no boyfriend whatsoever!