I always wanted to know how it works, when one hires a prostitute and goes with her to the hotel. she pays, or the customer? one of them deals with the transfer of keys with the receptionist? both at the client faces? Well, now you know. the night was still relatively young, I had the opportunity to closely observe the entire event, while I waited for my room key. Thus sated curiosity - just maybe I could watch his experience with the hotel do it somewhere else than in Istanbul.
when the girls were returning from a night great party Araf in the club, where every hour they play a version of
Istanbul (Not Constantinople) , addressed them on our deserted street in the Red Light District Turk in the BMW. downloaded the little window says smacked his lips and watched them until one of them did not last, and shouted: "Mais quand même! on n'est pas des Putes," which in Turk BMW despite likely understood the language barrier and drove away.
I was excited about the mosques. Finally, the tabernacle, the man who's not fall and where winter is knocking or awe of skeletons and pozlacenejch umučenejch for each column. place the warm southern sun, the joyful lights and soft carpets. the blue mosque, I was not able to show where the women pray. until the day of departure I was in a less touristic area appeared to see their temple Muslim woman through the bars. what that is ornately carved from precious wood. light, which enjoy men cover.
"Are you from Prague?" she asked me twenty-three student of international relations. "It is said to be a beautiful city. There last year, our school organized the trip, three days at 99 Euro. But my father will not allow me to travel. Not outside Turkey. "
" Wow, "I said, because what else to say it gives too. something like Windows Vista." I thought it's more modern. "
" Nee, "laughed the girls. "Traditional Turkish family, you know."
Ahmet, a Turkish militant liberal friend of my Polish roommate I then offered an explanation of how it is possible that the girls from the urban middle class after eight not out in the evening. for everything apparently the present government, which quickly gave earn conservative circles. They then moved to the city and its traditional customs and rules, which promote even though they give the education of their daughters, € 9,000 per year. maybe something to it - in feminist non-governmental organization to which we went to a lecture, I wondered why in the movie "What's the clitoris?" not even see a veiled woman. I expected a pretty obvious answer, but just a girl from the organization said that the film was natočenej seven years ago and seven years ago, the streets of Istanbul, far less ženskejch walked in a sling. Moreover, this one
sympathetic, sociologically-minded student, I poor, easily provoked. without being asked to define himself as a "European Turks" and announced that under a popular conspiracy theory in a few years with the Soros američanama they cut turkey, put the north of Armenia, the Kurds and east of the strip will be in the EU once the two.
"so what?" vystrkovala my chin arrogantly self-confidence of someone who is her third nation after the Velvet divorce, so now happily living together in sin. "It would be bad?"
"Of course!" His eyes glittered with nationalist fervor, and for a while before he recovered and began to talk about raw materials, he ran out of words. with polka We exchanged knowing glances, but then it occurred to me that Kaczynski and Klaus Ahmeti would probably not surprised.
a week in Constantinople, I quantitatively shifted his native Czech significantly agnosticism toward organized religion. As the classics, on board an aircraft falling to find a few atheists. as well as in Istanbul taxi. Although we have arranged the friendly price of a seasoned old man, but we transferred the taxikářská mafia and nadupaného car instead after a while came a fat boy. when we get it whizzed stodvacítkou without belts in the back seat you in a congested city motorized patnáctimiliónovém sought in vain, and I almost ran into a similar vytuněného handsome, I'm jealous colleague slovence that surely can memorize the Lord's Prayer. higher bargaining power, while the red soon gave way to anger when the next red driver started from the window little window in exchange compliments and friendly jokes, but the heart remained beating for a long time. So this way, gentlemen, not the union, I thought. but the Spaniard just laughed and without hesitation he beat a path of six-lane highway. "How do you think we doing here?" shook his head.
polka letting the traffic every day risks are cold. much more impressed by her experience of the night buying fruit. returned to Poland as a good party girl of the dawn of disco, beauty job properly in miniskirt and in high heels, when it fell the taste of pomegranate. in the shop opposite the hotel were open all night, so the taxi dropped straight to it. But when the front half looked around, she had to start laughing. grocer's was full of girls from nearby nightclub, which he bought shift in food - and were dressed just like her. just a cultural shock to the other.
