the philosopher denies demons and devils but as soon as he does it he becomes their clown

the plane will be late I didn't understand what you wanted, can you explain it to me my only one?

I think it's "find someone else to have fun with" (eğlenmek)

Musa is Moses

my attempt:

the apparatus/machine, that it's foreign registration is established

(last of part 20 )

I joined their game too. Acting as if I'm angry I said:
- Ok, understood... You know everything... Don't get spoiled and bring my tea!
Thinking that they have made me angry, they looked at each other and gigled once again. During the last two and a half years, nearly every evening after I have finished my classes, I turned coming to this cafe into a habit. While the customers and part of the waiters have changed, regular customers like me and these girls have remained loyal; we formed in this location a staff, that looked as if almost wouldn't change. From the boss to the security guards, the workers of the cafe, treated me as a regular customer at first, and in time began to treat me in a close and respectful way. Maybe my being older than all of them, their learning that I'm an official teacher in the university and I suppose their perception of me as different from the other customers keeping a distance from alcoholic beverages and from women had a role in that. Each one of those people deserved respect. Especially the waitresses... Even though they could sell their bodies like other girls in their age and earn much more than they got now, they agreed to work in this cafe for twelve hours a day like bees for a modest salary.

(part 20 continued)

When I entered inside Classic Cafe's door the time was almost seven. Shef Arman who was sitting at the first table near the entrance, the regular guest Dima and the security guard shook my hand saying "welcome" with their usual smiling expression. Considering the special chat I was going to make with my soon to arrive friend, I refused their invitiation to sit at their table politely and walked towards the inner part of the room. The waitresses Aida, Yana, Ümüt and Ulay, who were waiting near the bar for the orders that the customers would give, as if they have agreed before, said "hello!" joyfully when I passed by them. I answered their greeting and after shaking hands with the young barman Ermak I sat at one of the corner tables.
After I settled myself on my chair, when I looked at the girls to call one of them and to order, I noticed that they were observing me laughing. They didn't give me a chance to open my mouth. Putting on a know-it-all expression they asked in a chorus:
- Isn't it tea with milk "bayke"*?

*bayke= a Kyrgyzian word meaning an older brother

(to be continued)

(part 20 continued)

A person was facing a serious torture when combining the distress of climbing eight floors with the difficulty of doing that in complete darkness. Everyone knew that the only reason for this darkness was that the residents of the building had stollen the lightbulbs which were put in the shared areas and used them in their own apartments; but this ugly behavior couldn't been put a stop to.
After the bribe I had given to the policeman, the necessity to climb the stairs of the building in the darkness had spoilt my mood entirely. Luckily, the lamp I had paid the building manager especially and made him put in the corridor in which my flat was, was still in it's place.I opened the outer door with the huge strange key , and then the inner door with the small key I have chosen from the key holder I took out of my pocket and entered my warm flat.

(to be continued)

thanks metehan2001, I see that it has waited for me, I'll continue it tomorrow.

it's an old one, black&white and of course not digital, but I can try to scan and upload it