I´m not sure if all my posts are visible. My operator hates me. I guess they sold me this connection only to keep an eye on me through the computer screen. Most of the time it seems that I bought nothing.
In case my previous message was blank I try to remember what I said. First of all I thanked scalpel for volunteering. Probably I also told I am not looking for a perfect English translation, I am just trying to understand a text which is ultimately difficult for a learner in my level.
Here is another piece.
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“Yeterince özetlemedin mi? Beş saat oldu yahu. Hadi yürü, yaylan,” diye homurdandı kısa boylu olan. Adı Abed’di. İngilizcesi varla yok arasında pervasızca savrulan istikrarsız, koyu bir gırtlak aksanıyla maluldü. Kah sırra kadem basıp tamamen kaybolan, kah her heceden fırlayan bir tutarsız aksan.
“Hadi artık kapatacaklar burayı.” Gergin, kaçamak bakışlarla etrafı süzen Abed bir yandan arkadaşını dürtüklerken bir yandan da garsonla göz göze gelmemeye çalışsa da pek başarılı olamadı. Ayyaşın yanında ayık olmak kadar bezdirici bir şey olmadığı sonucuna varmıştı. Ne de olsa ayyaşların sabaha her birini unutacakları envai çeşit saçmalığı yapmaya hakkı vardı, halbuki ayıkların, dahil olmadıkları halde dişinda kalamadıkları bu maskaralığı ıstırapla seyretmekten başka çareleri yoktu.
”Did you summarize enough? It has been five hours. Let’s move,” mumbled the short one. His name was Abed. His English was invalid with an unstable, thick throat accent which was daringly hurled somewhere between existing and not existing. An accent, which sometimes vanished in thin air and disappeared completely, sometimes unlogically jumped out from every syllable.
“Let’s go, they are going to close this place now.” Abed was studying the environment with a tense, elusive look. He tried to avoid meeting the waiter eye to eye from one side while pushing his friend from the other side, but couldn’t succeed in this very well. He came to the result that there was nothing as boring as being sober next to a drunkard. Whatever it was, until morning drunkards had the right to make up the type of nonsense that they would have forgotten every one, whereas the sober ones didn’t have any other chance but to look at this clowning with pain. Even though they were not in it they couldn’t stay out of it.
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