Hallo kleine Aysa!
…
I was walking down the street one of these days. Apparently, I must have been having a noticeable smile on my face (I was lost in thoughts, that much I remember….pleasing they must have been thence the grin :)).
I was pulled back to reality by some weird dude walking by and saying: “Hallo kleine Aysa! Wer macht dich denn so glücklich?” (O-Ton).
In English it would be something similar to this: “Hello little Aysa (as if all Middle Eastern looking women are called Aysa, ignorant dumba_s!), who makes you so happy?”…
For once I resisted to kick his derrière and let go. But next time little Aysa’s smile might turn into something less congenial…
At the end, I am actually more wondering what that smile must have looked like...Too bad I don't have any pictures :-)
Later,
Özlem (and not Aysa is my name!)
posted by Özlem @ Saturday, September 02, 2006
6 Comments:
Liebe Özlem,
habe dich auf Eikas blog gefunden, die welt ist sicher ein dorf, hoffe, es geht dir post-un gut und was sind deine London-Pläne? Würd mich freuen, mal wieder von dir zu hören und schicke regnerische Grüße aus Köln
Christiane (ex-mbrm), die fleissig an ihrer lehrerinnenkarriere bastelt :-)
Hey Christiane alias Jane,
aber natürlich!! Schön, von dir zu hören!
Doch keine Anwaltskarriere?! Gute Entscheidung...
Post-UN-Life is Pre-UN-Life!! Makes sense, no?!
Typically, when I spend time with Ozlem, I know that the night is over when she inevitably starts yawning (usually this occurs about that time in the evening when I'm trying to relay to her something very important (i.e. something about the meaning of life)). And usually I think to myself - where did it all go wrong? - only to realize - of course - Ozlem has stopped eating!
Hence, in honor of Ozlem's one tracked mind (and impressive belly driven motivation), I've compiled a list of the top ten things Ozlem was most likely thinking about when she was smiling like an Aysa:
(10) Raw Oysters
(9) Dim Sum Dumplings
(8) Vietnamese Appetizers
(7) Smoked Gouda with Grapes
(6) Bastilla with Shisha
(5) Anything prepared by Pavan for Lunch
(4) Pad Thai
(3) Croissant(from Balthazars) with Cappuccino
(2) Feijoadas and Kisir
(1) Taco Bell!!!
(If only the strange dude had said “Hallo kleine Aysa! Wer macht dich denn so glücklich?” while at the same time offering Oz a Chalupa. Love at first sight, perhaps? Tragically, it appears he missed his chance)
And Jane, I agree with Oz. Lawyers suck.
Well, as I already said I myself can't quite exactly remember what that man has caught me thinking about.
But knowing me, it must have been an entire combination of goodies of all kinds.
I assume I started off with some Litchi Martinis accompanied by a sweet melon hookah, maybe a cigar or a Camel cigarette of a mild Turkish blend :-)…who knows?
But more than anything, I must have desired to enjoy all this and much more together with my biggest love ever, New York!
But again, this might be anyone’s guess. I am sure, though, that food was somehow involved in this.
The rest is up to your imagination…
Bazarov, are you saying you can’t have a meaningful philosophical conversation with me, delving into the brutal realities of existentialist thought?! Oh, come on…don’t give me that!
Come come - no self-respecting Canadian would even attempt to pull existentialist rank on a German national, whose very soul is intertwined with the anguish of the expressionist art form, dissonent 12-tone chord progressions and "Faustian" literature, all of which represents an achingly tortured cultural heritage. By contrast, the Canadian experience is somehow more happy go lucky in nature (with actual townships in our province of Newfoundland named "Dildo," "Come-By-Chance" and "Conception Bay" respectively and our national symbol being the Beaver).
That Ozlem has a personal depth equal to that of a black hole (i.e. infinite) is undisputed. That her stomach is also a bit of a black hole is also, if anything, even more undisputed. When such irresistable force meets such immoveable object, its clear, in this case, that the stomach wins.
And so for everyone's sake and good fortune, we continue to feed Ozlem. I would actually presume, given how much love resides in that happy belly, that like Buddha, rubbing her tummy afterwards can only bring about good fortune. Ozlem as Buddha? I think we've found her calling. Now if she could only learn patience ...
Me as Buddha??
Truly, I believe you are over-worked.
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