Let's start another game under this title. I will start a story, and:

- Every message will pick the story from where it is left in the previous message and add a little.

- Messages shouldn't be too long, like a complete story by itself. 3-5 sentences would be appropriate.

Here we go...

Our plane landed on the airport in Istanbul. It was still early summer, and I was just beginning my vacation. I was quite excited about the mystery of what was lying ahead of me. But that is what makes a vacation fun, right? Getting away from your routines and spending some time in a different place and in a different way.

i took a taxi untilmy hotel.it was 25 lira from the airport to my hotel in taksim.but i gave 30 lira to the driver 5 lira tip.



some one else could pick up from here.

Istanbul was a place which I dreamed to visit almost all my life.It is the city where I have so many good friends waiting to meet me. I am looking forward to see all of them , and spend great time in famous Istanbul.

However, besides all the famous sites I also planned to visit other places like northern and eastern Turkey. One of the places that for some unknown reason had my interest was Adana... I knew I could do it all, I was going to spend the whole summer in Turkey. My excitement and interest were intense.

...but before I could set off to Adana, i met a mysterious stranger in a bar. He told me he was an Turk who had been raised in America and now worked for the CIA, he said that his cover had been blown and he was looking for someone to deliver a message to another agent in a deserted mosque the other side of town, he gave me the code name 'Sara Gul', he said many lives would be lost if I didn't deliver the message. He handed me a bunch of yellow roses but before he could tell me what the message was a shot came from the roof of a nearby building and he fell dead to the floor.............

Jesus Christ, I was thinking, what the hell is going on here! Did I just get into the middle of some mafia horror? I just wanted to get a small drink on my way to the hotel after I got off the taxi... A huge fight set out quickly and I can't tell how scared I became. I was looking for a way to get out but then I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I realized that I was in a hospital and people around me were talking a weird language that I couldn't understand at all at first. Then a little while later I started getting some words that I remembered from my Turkish Class lessons. From the pieces of conversations I heard, I understood that there were some dirty businesses going on, so I quietly escaped the hospital and took a bus to a remote place in Istanbul where a good friend of mine lived. I went to visit him without calling him first. I needed to contact someone, it turned out that being in a foreign country is not as easy as I first thought.

When I escaped from the hospital, I managed to take the yellow roses with me, i felt they were important. Were they some kind of clue?

I took off the paper and as I did so, a small envelope fell to the floor. I picked it up and opened it. It said .....

And woman's voice has waked up me "Miss wake up, we are in Ataturk airport", she wa smiling to me. I've standed up and thought this my dream in plane is a strange begining of my the vacation'e trip. I tryed not forget faces from my dream, maybe i will see those people in real, somewhere in Istanbul....

And I did! When I got of the plane I had to have my pasport checked. The guy sitting at the desk looked very familiar.. Who is he, I thought. Then I realized: he looked exactly the same as the mysterious stranger I met in the bar in my dream.. He stared at me. Was it just to make sure that I was really the person on the picture in my pasport? It seemed more as if he recognized me as well..

...as he took my passport, he looked very carefully at my picture. 'Hoş memnum' he said, a small smile crossing his stern features. He reached under his desk and swiftly handed to me a small bouquet of yellow roses - 'Welcome to Turkey' and with that he turned away, put a small sign up at his desk saying "closed/kapalı" and dısappeared ınto the crowds ...

...which was obviously very rude of him, but fortunately he came right back and apologized. He said that somebody was waiting for me and that I'd be going soon on the best trip through Istanbul.

Hmm.... Never ending story hey! looks like it ended as a cliff-hanger!!

He later told me he was my mysterious guide. Standing on the cliffs at Topkapi palace looking over the sea he apologised for being so rude but he had not known anyone to know his feelings for me at work... he was not sure if...

...if he must commit suicide!

"stop" I said quickly as he pulled a small firearm from his jacket and placed it against his head. "Why will you do this?"
"I must!" he said. "It is my destiny. I have brought you to this place, but now someone else will come."
Quickly I tried to snatch the gun from his hand. We struggled briefly and suddenly to robed figures appeared. Taking me firmly by the arms one of them hissed.
"Do not interfere lady." He must do this.
To my horror my handsome guide from my dream and the airport, pulled the trigger and shot himself in the head....

...luckily for me there was a trained surgeon nearby. As I knelt by my guides side in terrible fear praying the surgeon would save his life - I saw a piece of paper crumpled in his hand - I removed it - it said.....

....something with numbers and some letters, but the paper is torn apart i cant read it unless if i had glue with me to put it together again...

I smoothed out the torn pieces and tried to fit them together ... it appeared that this was some kind of formula.. or a code of some sort perhaps?

may i also add that everything has an end..

"Of course you may!" I was told. Damn! I should never have asked such a question, as I would not be now ready to cry. True-ready, very very ready I am always to cry. But why will you say I am too emotional? Why?

O did I mention that I am eight months pregnant. No wonder I want to cry. I think all this excitement has put me into labor. Now I am cring....Is there a doctor in the house????

Miss Ederim? How was your trip? Was the turkish breakfast good enough for you? Wait till you try kebak.
Anyway welcome to the city of great empires: Ottoman, Roman, Bizantine..
I will take you to Marmara Pera Hotel and explaind a few things. Please be aware of turkish seller, they may pretend to be so.. We will meet later at the Blue Mosque night show. Please dress proberly... then......

Of course I wasn't ok, I was in labor!! It was terrifying, all the plans I had as to how it will happen, what I will do... all in vain. I was worried about the baby. This was clearly not the best place to come to this world... All these thoughts were racing through my head, for a time that seemed like eternity. Thankfully, an ambulance arrived quickly and the next thing I remember was holding my baby, and my husband arranging our going home. Well, not really "home", but to our rented apartment by the sea, where we were going to spend the next three months.
I was feeling very good, so we soon arrived "home" and began our dream vacation, now in a bigger crowd !

I woke abruptly to the sounds of baby Erdinc's screams and the angry shouts of my husband as he endeavoured to change his nappy.

I felt hungry. All I wanted to to was to take a lazy shower and then stroll along to the little restaurant nearby and have breakfast...... if only!

This was certainly not going to be the "dream vacation" I had imagined

What a day it was! Things broke at the house and the maintenance didn't show up until a week later, the weather was cold again and we barely went out to the beach, and baby Erdinc was crying all day yesterday. Ohhh, maybe this baby didn't come at the right point of my life, it was exhausting.
I took a long shower and wanted to sneak out of the house, but just then Sulo (the hubby) said there's no more diapers and we need some food shopping. I took the job, stopping on my way in the nearby restaurant. It indeed seemed more like work then vacation!

I took a corner table at the little restaurant and sighed happily, savouring my solitude. I glanced up as the waiter approached. No! It couldn't be? Surely? Here, standing before me was the customs offical who had acted so strangely at the airport! I somehow managed to order tea, and then rummaged in my handbag. Aha! Here it was, the note from the suicidal guide. I spread the pieces of paper on the table and stared at the feint numbers and letters. Its an address! In Adana!

Leaving the table I decided immediately that the only thing to do was....

...to fly back home and stop this saga of bizzare events. Yeah, right! I wouldn't be me if I left this seemingly coincidental set of events unsolved.
That evening I told Sulo about my strange meeting of the airport officer in the restaurant and that I wanted to find out what the address meant. Sulo got very interested in this and said that he can inquire about the officer/waiter and take care of the baby while I'm off on a trip to Adana. Phew! This vacation was quickly turning into something entirely different...

I went to the airport to catch my flight only to find out, it was delayed three hours. I had three hours to kill, before my flight was leaving for Adana. What to do, I thought. I needed a disguise so that no one would recognize me, so I decided to go into the salon for a quick makeover. The man who was doing my hair and makeup looked so familiar to me. I started to worry, that he knew my identity. When he was finished, I politely thanked him and paid the cashier. As I was walking out the door, he ran over with his business card and said if I was ever in town again, to look him up. I looked down at the card and saw his name, my worst fears flashing before me..

Mr X67!!!!!!!!!!

I didn't know what to do. I had no idea he was a hairdresser. I wandered blindly through the streets of Adana, my mind racing faster than a name change by Cyrano. What was going on?

I put the business card in my bag and took out the notebook I had written the mysterious address in. I was just going to stop and ask directions when suddenly...

It started raining, I mean literally pouring. I had no umbrella, so I dashed into a local bar. I sat down and ordered a beam & coke. The bar seemed pretty empty, since it was still quite early in the day. Still fearing my identity, I scoped out the joint to see if I recognized anyone. In the corner of the bar, sitting alone at a table was a middle aged man. He seemed to notice me and I quickly turned around on my stole. After a few minutes, I turned back around only to see him walking towards me...

 It was the hairiest man I had ever seen.... could it be....surely not?  .... theHandsultan?

I try to smile at the man but the stern look on his face turns my relaxing smile-to-be a nervous one..

He asks, ´madam, can I see your ID please´

I search for my passport in my bag for what seems ages, at first I can´t find it. Finally, I give it to the man. He looks at it, checks the 2-year old picture on it with how I look now. No smile on his face and he puts my passport away. ´Madam, follow me please.´

(so tempting so so tempting)

 I was taken directly back to the airport and as it was still raining was soaking wet.....

Having been through this process before, I was certain that this would be a brief delay, minimised by the fact that I was a dutch citizen . I was  escorted by  two officers down a hall off of the public corridor, where we entered a room with several desks and in the far corner was a doctor´s exam table (I wondered what that could possibly be used for amidst what otherwise looked like an office?). I told to sit at the one of the desks and several standard forms were handed to me. No problem - name, address, travel itinerary, luggage contents, personal belongings, etc. By the time i had finished completing the forms, our luggage arrived. The agents opened it in my presence and individually removed and indexed each article from the suitcases and placed them on a table.  this was a little embarrassing for me, "blue blouse, red skirt, blue jeans, sheer nylons, lace bra 36C matching panties (of course), two-piece bathing suit, hair dryer, box of tampons ,  suntan oil and ´a few things for the weekend´."

The guard picked up the lacy 36C bra and matching panties and eyeing them, with a wry smile on his face, placed them back in my case, then he picked up the "few things for the weekend" and again, trying not to look at me, with a cheeky smile, he put them in my case.  He then picked up the suntan lotion and looked me straight in the eye...... His huge Turkish moustache was a little off putting and I shifted in my seat. 

After this torture, my face was flushed and I was in cold sweat wondering how much longer was this going to last, when he handed me a piece of paper with a telephone number on it and said “you are free to go”………………… so I hurriedly picked up the rest of my things and departed….

As soon as I was out of the airport building, I sat on a bench and opened my suitcase.  There are been something suspicious about the way the guard had looked at my bra….. this was MORE than just Turkish sapikness!  I found it, and pulled it out of the suitcase.  Much to the interest of the gentleman sat beside me, I checked the bra over….my God!  Something was inside the right cup!  It was a folded piece of paper….. opening it up, I read the words in disbelief, cold shivers running down my spine “I know you from Turkish Class - meet me in the hamam at 2pm.  Make sure you are not followed.  Bring your msn, two of Yilgun´s lists and a bottle of Vineyard´s wine”……

Immediately I knew the sender was…

It was mission impossible……most of Yilgun’s lists had been ripped apart and made into toilet paper and Vineyard had destroyed the vinery on his departure…..all that was left was the MSN….NOOOOOO…He must never ever get access to that….she decided to call the number on the other piece of paper........

2pm?   But he did not put what day..... did he mean today?  It was then 1:30 pm and she had no idea where she should go.  So hungry and keen to check into her hotel, she hailed a taxi and headed off.

On reaching the hotel, she was greated by the receptionist, a handsom young Turk, with dark skin and deep brown eyes.  He held her glance for a couple of seconds to long..... he must have sensed her unease, still unsure what to do about the guard at the airport. 

She was not so keen to hand out her msn, did not carry Yilgins lists with her and as for vinyards wine, how would she get a bottle???

She made her way to her room, put the key in the door, and slowly opened the door only to find in her room........................................

 It was the answer machine...."hello you have reached the home of Admin and Catwoman.  We are out buying capnip.  Please leave a message and we will either delete it or get back to you as soon as we can".

Strange.... noticing it was nearly 2pm, I headed for the hamam...

 Three laptops and a cellphone!  This was getting confusing!

Oh hell, confusion, confusion...............

 Confusing indeed.. opening one of the laptops, she immediately saw a message typed on the screen "This is the PLDSA (people´s liberation of Deleted Spammers Army) we are going to bomb the hamam at 2pm........"

The main ringleader Deepblue91210 and Playboy14 had devised an intricate plan using the information they had extracted during a recent hack into the vaults of TLC. They had managed to collate all the personal details of every member that had dared to mark them as spam

By now, she was in a blind panic......... pacing up and down in the room.  Did I spam these two dudu´s? she was muttering to herself over and over, do they really mean it?  Oh no, what shall I do...................

Just as she was beginning to become calmer, and was starting to formulate a plan, there was a knock at the door.  Who could this be? she thought as she peered through the spy hole................................

OMG it cant be, can it??? oh no its ..................

room service!!

I sat down and devoured my plate of baklavas as if it were my last supper......

To follow room service, it was the cleaning lady. Second knock in half an hour! I opened the door forcing a smile on my face. Well, smiling was not difficult, since my entire being was still keeping the sweetness of baklava. I just felt no desire whatsoever to share this... And what is the cleaning lady doing here right now, anyway? Thought cleaning was done in guests´ absence in cosy hotels like this. She seemed not to care much of messing up my privacy, she entered the room with a firm step. After her shortly entered a vacum cleaner.  She was dragging it after her in the way elder bourgois ladies carry their faithful, fury and noisy dogs. I  would not have been surprised to see a red ribbon tied on the tube of the cleaner.

She inspected the room in a glance, took a short inventary of my shawls. Hearing the turkish music which was on the radio she said to me "Anotolia! Anotolia! Cok guzel! Cokkk guzel!!!" Than , letting down the vacum cleaner´s tube, she started to dance. What was left for me to do? I tried to catch up with her langorous moves...

I swear to God she was trying to do the Cobra dance that I had witnessed earlier on you tube.  Someone from TC posted a video there and left a link to it on one of the laptops.   Is she really a cleaner?    Is she really a woman?

....suddenly the room went dark.  She groped for the flashlight kept on her keychain.....but it didn´t work! A lightning bolt outside  illuminated the room for a brief moment.  In the flash of light she saw a small creature with one eye glowing in the after light. Another flash of light and she saw a pitiful wet and bedraggled creature. Trembling from the cold that was amplified from being wet, the small creature huddled near the gas heater.

By this time I started to wonder if wouldn´t have been better for me to get an electrician on holiday, instead of that gas heater, which was heavy and ... well one more piece to take care after. Specially in summer. But as I distinguished the creature, I felt relieved. Nothing is aleatory in this whole wide world, I thought, while turning the heater on. By this time, lightning got fixed too. And I saw my neighbours pele warming itself by the heater. I was deeply puzzled. After all, how come peles are so intelligent animals, they smell a heater even in the dark? secondly, how did this little fur-piece landed in my room? Ahh jaaa, I got a flash... it must have been the cleaning lady....

... that thin haggard looking woman. Chambermaids were so innocuous they could enter virtually anyplace. They could move things around, remove things or place items in a room. Who would suspect?

I beat  the little fur piece over the head and slipped it  over my shoulders mmmmm It was a mild afternoon but a little chill in the air, I welcomed the warmth, I glance at my watch 3pm.....well whatever had been planned would have been executed by now so I decided to make my way to the haman to see what spectacular plan the Deleted Spammers Army came up with.......

OMG I couldn´t believe my eyes at the sight before me as I turned the corner......

It was the deleted and blocked from Facebook Army! ............. everyone who had ever been deleted or blocked from facebook had joined forces with the deleted Spammers and Ignore Army (yes the "ignored on TC army" had also joined forces with the deleted Spammers Army) .............. They were waving their  at everyone .................. what next, the blocked and deleted MSN/yahoo/google Army???????? Arrrrrrgggggggggggggg

So quickly turning on my heel I nonchalantly walked in the other direction....... phew a lucky escape this time   

( ...you´ll never win the Booker Prize for this LL!!  )

 I was bored and I had lost my creativity .......... I was desparately trying to find it when I came across a chocolate Easter Bee from France.......... how sweet it was (hehe) and I gleefully bit off its head, then munched my way through the body........

My vacation was coming to an end and I was looking forward to getting back to civilization.  I still had some money left, so I decided to leave a nice tip for the cleaning lady.  Caught the first taxi outside of my hotel and off I went.  The airport was quite crowded with departures and arrivals so I waited patiently in line for my turn and people watched.  The line started moving and the next thing I knew it was my turn to go thru.  I reached in my carryon for my ticket and started panicking.  My ticket was gone!  I searched franickly through all the pockets when the people in line started to say things in Turkish, that I couldn´t understand.  Clearly by the looks on their face they were getting upset that I was holding up the line.  My heart started to race, my hands were sweating and fear overcame me.  The ticket man at this point demanded I get out of line, since I had no ticket.  I ran to the ticket counter and asked the airport worker to reissue my ticket.  She did a search in her database only to comment back, that I had no reservations.......

OMG not only have I been deleted from TC I have been deleted from the Turkish Airline database. No one told me that they were so highly connected…..only one thing for it…..I had no choice …..Desperate times called for desperate measures ……I did a quick scan of the airport building …….yes there it was…..my salvation in my hour of need

Stellios would save me!!

Yes, Stellios, my friend from Greece. I met him again in Cyprus last year in a beautiful village where his parents came from. He is now a very rich man, mainly because of his airline company Easy Jet. We have known each other for a few years now and became very close at one point.  He told me last year if ever I was in any trouble he would do his best to help me. Now was the time, I couldn´t of asked for anyone better to bump into, with him owning airlines, he will get me home safe and sound......

 But suddenly, Stellios turned his head quickly........... he had spotted someone..... he ran off the started to fight with another man, it was Michael O´Leary  Stellios was shouting at him "how dare you charge for the toilet, how dare you charge by the pound, how dare you get the passengers to clap when you arrive on time" 

I was all alone again as Stellios and O´Leary were arrested and dragged off by the police........... now what will I do

I sat there drumming my fingers on the side of my head …..Thinking….willing an idea to emerge from my fuzzy brain cells……I realised I was absentmindedly playing with the corner of a piece of paper. It was that number….it was on answering machine last time but maybe just maybe they will have returned……..I made my way to the payphone ( turkcell had no coverage again!!)  and fished out some coinage from the bottom of my purse and dialled……………….

...and then pagliaccio appears on the stage, conquering hearts of all ladies and gentgirls among audience. But only one, yes only one girl took her courage to ask pagliaccio whether or not he would marry her....

 Then she moved onto the next gent.