Chapter 10 A Quiet House Chapter Ten

We were sitting on the dock at Ceylan's house, and I was about to jump in and play, but damn it, I started listening to them talking again. "What are we doing tonight?" Gulnur asked. "Let's play something new," Fafa said. "Okay! Let's go to Suatriya." "What's there?" Turjay asked. "Music!" Gulnur yelled. "There's music here, too." "Okay then, tell us what to do." I jumped into the sea suddenly, swimming fast, thinking that I will be in America by this time next year, thinking of my poor father and mother lying in the grave, and imagining the free streets of New York, The black people who played jazz for me on the street, the narrow and endless subway passages where no one cares, and the endless underground labyrinth made me feel very happy, but then I thought that if I couldn’t take it because of my brother and sister I won't be able to go there next year if I get the money, no Ceylan, now I want to miss you, the way you sit on the pier, the way you stretch your legs, miss me I love you, and I want you to love me too.

After a while, I stuck my head out of the water and looked behind me.I was far away from the shore, and I felt an inexplicable dread: there they were; and I was in a horrible, salty, algae-grown liquid.I suddenly became anxious and swam very fast as if I had a shark chasing me. I got out of the sea and sat down next to Jaylan and started chatting casually. "The sea is so beautiful." "But you're coming out right away," Ceylan said. I turned around to hear what Fikret was saying.Fikret was talking about one of those problems that capable people have: how his dad had a heart attack this winter, how he had to deal with everything all at once, yes, when he was barely eighteen, Before his brother came back from Germany he was the one who handled all those things, managed all the people and so on, and later, to prove that he was going to be a more important person in the near future, he said that his dad could die at any time.At this time, I said that my father had been dead for a long time, and we just went to the cemetery this morning.

"Oh my god, my friends! You guys are making me so upset," Jaylan said.She got up and walked away. "Come on, let's do something!" "Yeah, let's do something. Come on, let's go somewhere." Fafa looked up from the magazine in her hand. "where to?" "Go to a place where you can spend some time!" Gurnur said. "To Hisar!" Zeynep said. "We were there yesterday," Vedart said. "Then let's catch fish," Ceylan said. Turan was trying to open the lid of a balsamic box. "Not at this time."

"why not?" "Let's go to Tuzla." "It's too hot," Fikret said. "I'm going crazy!" Ceylan said angrily and helplessly. "I can't do anything with you!" Gurnur said. "Aren't we going anywhere now?" Ceylan asked. No one said a word.After a long period of silence, the lid of the balm box in Turan's hand fell to the ground, rolled like a marble and fell to Ceylan's feet. Ceylan kicked and the cover fell into the sea. "It's not mine, it's Julia's." Turan said. "I'll get a new one," Ceylan said, coming over and sitting next to me.

I'm wondering if I'm in love with Ceylan; I believe I'm in love with her: some boring and stupid thoughts in suffocating heat...Turang stands up, walks over, and looks at the lid falling into the water place. "No!" Ceylan said, jumping up all of a sudden. "Turang, don't take it!" "Okay, then go get it." "Me?" Ceylan asked. "Why should I take it. Let Hussain do it!" "Don't talk nonsense," said Turan, "I'll get it." "I can get it," I said, "I just came up from the sea." I got up and walked over.

"Maiting, you are a good friend," Ceylan said, "You are a sensible and good friend." "Go and get it!" Turan said.He moved his fingertips as if giving an order. "I won't take it," I said suddenly, "the sea is too cold." Fafa laughed out loud.I turned around and sat back down. "Julia," said Turan, "I'll buy you a new box." "No, I'll buy her a new box," Ceylan said. "In fact, they are all used up," Julia said. "Whatever, I'll still buy it. Which balm?" Ceylan asked.Before she could answer, she added pleadingly, "Come on friends, please, let's do something."

At this moment, Mehmet said that Mary wanted to go to the opposite island, and suddenly everyone had a base feeling, trying to please the European, and we all crowded into the motorboat.I was in the same boat as Ceylan.Then she ran home and came back with two bottles in her hand, calling out: "gin!" Someone else called out: "Music," and Güneit ran up and brought the ugly box and the trumpet from home.Then the motorboat rushed out with a bang.At first the bows were all up.Little by little the sky became lower and lower, and then as the speed increased, the heads of the motorboats all fell, and half a minute later when we drove to the middle of the deep sea, I thought, they all Rich people, it's none of their business if things break, get scratched, get old, they're rich, and their jet skis go forty miles an hour, I Scared, it's a nasty fear, the kind of fear that makes me feel paralyzed, Ceylan, I love you, but Mateen, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I thought, you're smart.I believe in the power of wisdom, yes I do.

The motorboat approached the island as if it was about to hit a rock, then suddenly slowed down, turned around and stopped.Only the spire of the lighthouse on the other side of the island is visible.Out of nowhere a dog sprang out, then a black dog, then another dusty gray, and they ran to the bank, huddled against the rocks, and yelled menacingly at us.The gin bottle was passed from hand to hand, and nothing else, and they passed to me, and I took a few long gulps of it like poison.Those dogs are still barking. "These dogs have rabies!" Gulnur said. "Fikret, step on the gas and see what happens to them!" Ceylan said.

As soon as Fikret stepped on the gas pedal, the dogs started running wildly around the island with the motorboat.The people on the boat barked and sang, which irritated them, and when the dogs got irritated, they got more excited, screamed, howled, yelled, I thought these people were all retarded, but, may Allah punish me, I found this The noise was more interesting than my aunt's stuffy, dead house, richer and more alive than the dingy little room with the handlooms on the radio. "Music! Turn up the music and see what happens to them!" The music was turned up to the loudest, and we circled the island twice more.On the third turn, I watched the foam bubble up behind the motorboat, and was suddenly taken aback - Jaylan's excited head suddenly appeared from a distance.Like falling into a nightmare, I jumped into the water without thinking.

As soon as I jumped in, I had a strange and terrible feeling that Ceylan and I were going to die here without the people on board noticing us.Either the sharks ate us, or the motor boats ran over us without hearing us because of the incredible noise, or the dogs reminiscent of hungry wolves tore us apart! May Allah Punishment! I can't think about Jay-ran now.After a while, I stuck my head out of the water for a look and was stunned.One of the jet skis stopped and came up to Ceylan and was pulling her aboard.They pulled Jaylan out of the water and then they pulled me. "Who pushed you down?" Fikret asked.

"No one pushed him," Gurnur said. "He jumped off himself." "Did you jump off by yourself? Why?" "So who pushed me down?" Ceylan asked. I was trying to climb onto the boat with the oar that Turjay stretched out, but just when I was about to climb up, Turjay let go of the oar in my hand, and I fell into the water again.I was surprised to see no one cared about me when I stuck my head out of the water.They laughed at each other and made noise.I wanted to be among them as soon as possible, to get out of this strange, lonely nightmare, and I listened to their conversation as I clutched my fingers and fingernails to the fiberglass hull of the jet ski and tried to climb up. "I'm bored." "Look, Jailan, Mai Ting jumped into the water after you." "Where are the dogs?" Ceylan asked. Finally I climbed onto the boat, out of breath. "Damn it, none of you know how to entertain." "We can throw you to the dogs!" "Teach us what you know," Turjay said. "A bunch of idiots!" Gulnur yelled. A dog that had been following them scrambled to the edge of the nearest rock and howled. "It's crazy!" Ceylan said.She looked at it and seemed fascinated by the dog with its flashing white sharp teeth. "Fikret, come closer to that beast." "why?" "It's for it." "What do you want to see?" Fikret steered the motorboat slowly towards the dog. "What do you want from that beast?" Turjay asked. "Is this one male or female?" Fikret asked.He turned off the jet ski. "Ominous thing!" Ceylan shouted strangely. I suddenly wanted to hug Jaylan, but I just looked at her and thought what should I do to make her fall in love with me.My mind is so messed up I want to jump and scream in the boat and I have a weird feeling in my head where I'm growing to believe I'm a mean guy and partly I feel like I'm adding value because I'm stuck in all the books and songs those stupid words in , but it's a meaningless and kind of stupid pride, like the pride of a circumcised child, and I know that the more proud I am, the more I'll be A terribly mediocre person, I like that feeling, but because of the fear of being ashamed of my thoughts, I wish I could forget myself, and then I wish all the attention would be drawn to me, but I remember I'm poorer than them, and I don't have the guts or the excuses to do something.It was as if I were bound hand and foot, and poverty had clothed me in a narrow dervish burqa - I will tear you apart with my wits! They stomped and shouted, and the motorboats beside us On the bow of the boat there were two men pushing and shoving, each trying to push the other into the sea.Then the boat got close to us and they started throwing buckets of water over us.We also splash them.They fought each other for a while, using oars as swords.Several people fell into the water.The gin bottles were all empty.Fikret grabbed a bottle and threw it at the dog.The bottle shattered on the rocks. "What's wrong?" Jaylan yelled. "Okay, okay, we're going back," Fikret said. Before those who fell into the sea came up, he started the motorboat.Another boat caught up with us after pulling the men out of the sea.They poured another bucket of water on us. "Let's compare! Bibi, beast, come and compare!" After the two motorboats traveled side by side at the same speed for a while, with a scream from Gurnur, they rushed out.Everyone knew right away that another jet ski was about to pass us, but Fikret cursed and called everyone to the bow to get another boost.A moment later, another boat passed us, and as they stamped their feet in celebration, Ceylan balled up her wet bath towel and threw it at them angrily, but the towel fell into the sea.We immediately turned around and rushed over the towel before it sank, but because no one reached out to fish it out of the water, the hull slowly ran over the towel like an iron, and it sank completely inside the water.they shouted.They then followed the ferry from Dalgarh to Yalova, catching up and yelling around it twice more before returning.Then they started playing a game called bumper boats: Two motorboats drive side by side, hang a life buoy and towel between them, and bump their sides into each other, like bumper cars.Then the motorboat rushed into the crowd swimming in the beach without slowing down.Watching the panicked people running around screaming among several boats, I muttered to myself: "What if something happens?" "Are you a teacher?" Fafa called, "Are you a high school teacher?" "Is he a teacher?" Gulnur asked. "I hate the teacher!" Fafa said. "Me too!" said Gunait. "He's not drinking," said Turan, "so he's playing deep!" "I drank," I said, "more than you drank." "Not everything can be solved by memorizing the multiplication table." I looked at Ceylan, she didn't hear it, so I didn't take it to heart. After walking around for a while, the motorboats all went back, and after a while we arrived at the pier of Ceylan's house and docked.Everyone was getting out of the boat when I saw a forty-five-year-old woman on the pier in a bathrobe, probably her mother. "Boys, you're all soaked," she said. "Where did you get that? Where's your bath towel, boys?" "Mom, I lost it," Ceylan said. "No way, but you're going to catch a cold," said her mother. Ceylan made a meaningless movement, and then, "Ha! Mom, this is Mai Ting," she said, "I heard that their family lived in that old house, that strange and silent house. house." "Which old house?" her mother asked. We shook hands, and she asked my dad what he did for a job, and I told her, and I also told her that I was going to study in the US. "We're going to buy a house in America too. It's unclear what will happen here. Where is the best place in America?" I told her about geography, mentioned climate conditions, population, and some statistics, but I don't know if she was listening because she didn't look at me, but at my swimming trunks and hair, As if they were something separate from me.And then we chatted for a while about anarchism and this shitty situation in Turkey and all that, and then Ceylan spoke. "Mom, did this clever boy catch you again this time?" "You rude bastard!" her mother scolded. But she ran away before I could finish the last part.I went and sat on the deck chair, watching Jaylan and others jumping back and forth into the sea and getting out, thinking about it.Afterwards, when everyone had settled into the lounge chairs, chairs, and concrete floor, and started to be incredibly still in the sun, I thought again.These things began to flash before my eyes: I fantasized that we were sitting on deck chairs with our bare legs stretched out meaninglessly, a watch on the concrete between our legs, lying on its back on the dry concrete, surrounded by our no beginning, no end , silence without middle, not even depth and surface, words and absurd music that hurts, it turned its face towards the motionless sun, when the hour and minute hands of the watch messed up with each other, and it had to admit that it had Not being able to measure anything anymore, admitting that it has forgotten what it once measured, and that it has lost time, the idea of ​​the watch is not the same as trying to figure out what the thought of the watch is. There is no difference between thoughts and thoughts. Later I felt that I fell in love with Ceylan with similar thoughts.I was thinking the same thing after that until midnight.