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The young boy tilted his wrist to show me, “Do you know how much this watch is?”
Before that, I only talked to him a few words. This man sat next to me smoking a cigarette, and I finally dragged my five-liter mineral water bottle and sat down. I really didn’t want to move my position anymore.
I shook my head as I didn’t know. He bared his white teeth and compared numbers. I said a polite “wow”.
He continued smoking and I turned my head away. People come and go in Taksim Square, and a little black cat looks at the people coming and going, as if trying to find his destined “servant”.
“I’m Englishman.” The young man spoke again, taking the initiative to talk about his origin.
I exchanged glances with my partner on the right, exchanging notes in encrypted Chinese.
“He said he was English.”
“Huh?”
“He said he was from England.”
“It doesn’t look like it at all!”
“I don’t have an accent.”
I don’t understand the psychology of a young man pretending to be a foreigner. It wasn’t until a few days later at the seaside in Fethiye that I heard another man say he was of German descent that I realized that maybe I was rare.
The middle-aged man said that he worked in Germany and went back to his hometown for a holiday every year. He’s half German.
He took out his phone and showed me his personal ins, which contained work photos of him standing beside a big ship in a suit and tie.
“It’s in ship sales.”
I asked him if the boat was expensive. He smiled and said it was very expensive.
“How expensive is it?”
The middle-aged man changed the subject and pointed to a few young men-two men and one woman-under the nearby tree, saying that they were laughing at my companion.
I asked him how he knew. He said he was a local and understood the local dialect.
The man asked us if we wanted to ride a motorcycle to the seaside. “Just go around the seaside.”
I pointed to my backpack and said no, there is no place for this 50-liter guy.
“You can ask your friend to help you watch it.”
“Why don’t you help us look after our luggage and we can ride a bike?” This thought flashed by, and then it didn’t feasible.
A little civilization and politeness keeps people kind-minded. After all, it’s someone else’s car.
After a while, the man finally said the price of the boat. I’m counting digits on my fingers. It’s really expensive.
We changed places to sit. A man who looked like a patrol officer came up and asked why we were sitting here.
I thought I couldn’t sit here, but it turned out that he was also a person who went out for a walk at night.
The young man said that he had just taken an internship and worked in a nearby unit. Because of the stress, I went out for a walk at night. He was holding a can of drink in his hand.
He said it tasted good and warmly invited us to have a taste.
I asked him why Turks like cats. He thought for a moment and said he didn’t know. “I just like it, right?”
He talked about his puppy again, showed me pictures, and said that the dog had died. A young boy reveals his scars to strangers in the middle of the night.
“Do you want to go for a walk to the beach? Just five minutes. Just five minutes. Your friend can look after your bag.”
We originally planned to wait until sunrise before leaving, so we simply used the excuse to catch the bus and left directly.
Facing the proposal of the youth hostel boss to invite her to swim in the river, my friend shook her head like a rattle.
At the seaside after sunset in Antalya, someone asked my companion with translation software, “Do you want to go to my house to sleep?” I don’t know whether it’s the translator’s fault or the person’s fault, so she was so scared that she shouted, “Never come out at night again”.
The “affair” in travel is often caused by hormones in the dark.
Exotic customs sometimes change the tone of encounters, as if it were a long-lost divine comedy, and hearing it is like hearing the sounds of nature.
But two strangers are determined to live at a glance, either naive or with ulterior motives.
The young man caught up with us and asked if we wanted Turkish pizza. I told him to go back to bed quickly.
The D 400 coastal road, which faded from night, began to glow red. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the sunrise on the sea-this is the greatest storyboard in the world.
We see ourselves and others in our travels, sometimes passing by moments, sometimes the composition of one period and a while, which is also profound.
I didn’t know until I went to Turkey that strange men and women couldn’t sit side by side, and the next seat must be of the same sex.
When hanging clothes in a hotel, it is best to hide close-fitting clothes inside. Conservative, is the other side of the world I see here.
Ask for directions at the subway station, and when you are approaching the station, strangers will come to remind you, “You should get off at the next stop.”
The famous hospitality and the culture of picking up at night, like the clear boundaries on Turkish buses, are foreign places that I don’t know enough about.
The freshness of Istanbul and the massiness of Constantinople are not legends that can be seen in a “seven days and six nights” trip.
Locals who love to strike up conversations, myself with prejudice, may be unknown ordinary people in the world.
The moment of meeting, the destiny of parting. Travel itself may not be meaningful.
Walking on the road is meaning in itself. This life’s experience, the passage of a lifetime, is the entire resume of being born as a human being.
