exactly like the last time? lol I hope not! (private joke folks...sorry)

PART 18
At the end, I managed to arrive to Belinsky-Moskovskaya junction by multiplying to twenty minutes the route of five minutes by car. In a minute, I was going to reach my warm and cozy apartment, to sink into my bathtub that I filled up with hot water in my warm bathroom and take a refreshing shower. Later, I was going to wear a comfortable outfit, return to my car and take shelter in the friendly warmth of Classic Cafe nearby. Together with the turning of the streetlight green I moved my car and stopped in the middle of the road according to Bishkek's peculiar traffic rules, and began to wait for the crossing of the cars coming from the opposite side in order to turn left to Moskovskaya avenue. As soon as the road cleared up, in order to not be caught in a red light again, I turned left quickly. At the meanwhile, from Moskovskaya's direction, the pedestrians began to walk just about to cross to the other side. It seemed to me that, knowing that the crossing priority was theirs, they were deliberately walking slowly... I didn't wait for them to cross. I continued to drive my car with rage and passed between them. I wish I haven't done that!...

The animals said while shouting all together: Winning is nothing more than a name. Nothing more than the destiny given from eternity, happens with human beings working and struggling.

I'm not good with explanations but:
gelemeyebilirim - I may not be able to come
yazamayabilirsin - you may not be able to write
söyleyemeyebilir - s/he may not be able to say

I envy all of you, I won't be able to be there before July or August... Have a good time!

PART 17

When I got out of the university building's main door, the sky was about to get dark. The ground was crackingly icy. The mildly blowing wind, combined with the cold, was cutting a person's face like a knife. I've raised the collar of my coat, pressed my calpac (hat) from above in a way that covered my ears and walked quickly towards my old Mercedes on the opposit side of the road. There were just a few students remained around. In the park nearby I saw young couples walking slowly hand by hand on the walking track covered with snow between the trees without caring about the cold. Thinking to myself: "Youth as you see... their blood is boiling" I smiled to myself.
When I turned right from the street near the White House (*) and entered Çüy avenue, I run into a heavy traffic. In order not to skid with my old Mercedes I was driving slowly and carefully. But the people of Bishkek were in a hurry as always. The drivers who came from behind me, unaware of the ordeal I was going through, wanted me to clear the way by blowing the horns; while the more impatient ones were passing me rapidly from right and left.

(*)the Presidential Palace

today:
tümevarım- induction
tümdengelim- deduction
mükemmeliyetçi- perfectionist
(all very logical if you think of it)

My English is very bad that's why I'm writing to you in Turkish, I'm very happy that you've written to me, you made me very happy, I've never forgotten you, you were always on my mind, I was in the army for 18 months and couldn't write then, later I've written to you from time to time but you didn't write back, if my English had been good I would have written to you a lot, call you and talk to you, I have a lot to tell you, never mind all that had remained in the past, I want to talk to you on msn, give me your msn address and let's talk, I want to see you, I'm in Antalya now I'm working in a hotel the same again, have you ever come to Turkey? and will you come? I want to see you again very much, I'm glad that you're studying law, I kiss you and I still love you Magda kiss

(of course Kemal is faster)

PART 16

According to what he said, when he left Iran Shahid had only one belonging with him: The work of Sadi from Shiraz named "Bostan ve Gülistan" (melon field and rose garden). Shahid has once said to me, showing this book that was on his table now too, "Thanks to this book, Sadi became a very valuable friend, who shared my not few lonely moments, to me".
While thinking, my hand has reached involuntarily to "Bostan and Gülistan" that stood on the top of the books on the table. Shahid looked at my face with a stricken smile as if he understood what crossed my mind and said:
- Yes, dear Fatih... I have a serious problem and this time I don't think my old wise friend Sadi could answer me. That's why I want to consult with you.If you are available, could we meet somewhere tonight and chat?
Although I was very curious, I managed to restrain myself and didn't ask him what was the issue he wanted to talk to me about... After we agreed on meeting at Classic Cafe at 7 o'clock in the evening, I asked for permission and left. When I exited the room, I couldn't miss the ladies looking at me and sighing.

longinotti1-
bilki is "bil ki"- know that
dersin is "you say" (not "ders" but "demek")