yes yes, it did! thanks elisa

oooh my congratulations to you both!! wish you even more love and happiness!!

i met this word today when i was doing the translation of metehan's story..

also what about "bizzat"? or is it anything different?

as i promised, my try of part 31

Having squashed the butt of the cigarette in the ashtray, Shahid went on talking from the point he stopped as if he gave no pause:
- … And now.. dear Fatih, I confess that I couldn’t stand being seized by “woman’s” attractiveness, I always escaped and tried to be careful and sensible.
“My god!” I told to myself.. “Really my god!”.. This is a man of a different time and place.. my dear friend Shahid, thousands of love adventures I read about or witnessed myself, unforgettable, but had caught the love sickness that much uncommon for love heroes: love was a sickness with no recovery.. In a while pictures of the Mejnuns, Ferhats, Husrevs, Tahirs, Romeos began marching in my mind. I recollected my school friend Ordulu Aziz who I was sharing the same desk with... Our Aziz who fell in love with an ugly girl, the girl from the only girls and boys mixed class of our school, I even have forgotten her name now, we, all of the classmates, even didn’t notice her… He, a young guy, handsome like a lion. A boxer. One of the school volleyball and football teams’ champions. Fascinated by Orhan Gencebay. We believed that he sang “Bir Teselli Ver” better than our dear Orhan.

i'm afraid i'll be able to post the translation of the next part only tomorrow again..

thank you, ayla!
but i don't mean the way of expressing the same idea, but the different sense of a tr sentence i got my level is still not enough for the story... well, let me go on working then!

aaaaa salağımmmm!! dünkü tercümemi sildim

tekrar etmeliyim..

hmmm.. i got some parts in a different way

hello! i know i'm a bit late.. but still let me post my translation of part 30.. i didn't cheat, ayla!

- My dear Fatih, I didn’t get acquainted with you much long ago but I believe that you are the one of the most familiar people that I knew till today, he told and made a pause as if arranging his thoughts. Having lit a cigarette that he took out of a Davidof package laying on the table, he continued:
- You know, my view of women is rather different from a common one.. How can I know.. Maybe a little traditional.. I couldn’t cope with the modern style to look at a woman as a sexual object. My situation in America was not much different. You won’t believe but all women I met were practical, mercenary, and had sexual affairs. So, I left all of them.. I stopped far to them.. I hided to the loneliness of my world where esthetic values were saved. I preferred that loneliness, to that kind of temporary physical delight.
And now…
Shahid didn’t finish his word. He stopped and plunged into watching the snow outside.
However, my inner voice me told that it would be more suitable to leave the current of the situation.. Lightening a Davidof I also began looking at those from the street and became silent.


not let my check myself by your translation, ayla