Me. Nighttime in Girne. I'm killing time again to take the bus to Turtle Bay. I am sitting at Cafe George totally by my own choice without any of the obtrusive bartenders to lure me in here. I am enjoying my freshly squeezed orange juice and the spectacular view to the "hilltop on fire" - the St Hilarion castle. I am just thinking (and this is so estonian of me) whether anyone is wondering why am I sitting here all alone, when a bartender comes and asks "You alright, mam?" I nod and say "Yes, thank you for asking" actually thinking that I would love to talk to someone. I would love to not be alone. To talk about simple things such as why am I here alone and where am I from etc. But at the moment I am protected by the terrace fence from all of those who usually never leave me alone.
I went to Nicosia again just to discover how much I miss back to Turtle Bay. Me and Yiannis, we attended some pool party (well the only one who actually used the pool was the birthday kid and she was thrown into it). Boys were sitting on one side of the long table and dolled-up giggly picture-taking girls on the other side. One more perfect than another. That kind of party. Obviously I didn"t relate to any of them. It is actually much harder to make friends than I thought. In Nicosia I spend time with young people, but Yiannis is the only one to whom I can actually talk to. And in Turtle Bay, well, there are only families with kids and teenagers. Mostly brits and russians. So Halit has to handle all of my need to talk to someone in the evening when he gets back from work, exhausted.
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