Merry Christmas!

Although I have been living abroad for more than three years, this is my first time that I am exposed so much to Christmas happenings. Fancy lightings, presents, foods, cakes, cookies, presents, plans, preparations and talks about it started so early that I thought that it will be like a mass celebration. So, to have a Christmas seemed to be interesting to me at first, but right now I am quite surprised because I decided to go out to find somewhere to hangout, but what happened is that all the streets were almost dumped, all the stores were closed and almost nobody was walking around. Only some immigrant teenagers were around t-central with their buddies. Even I felt little bit in secure while going through bare streets. 

What a paradox!

Then I realized that it is not a good idea to be outside, and I decided to go back to my compact corridor room and watch the last movie of Woody Allen namely “Midnight in Paris” so that I could be prepared for the mood to be in Paris. Yes, I am going to go Paris next week for the first time.

Home home sweet home.. My pyjamas, my pipe, my tea pot.. Tell me what the hell I was doing outside J   

Actually today was the first day, and I learned that traditionally and culturally all the families gathered in the first day at home with their parents, then during the rest of the days people are partying all the time. So, tomorrow will probably be great. I hope…

Never go outside in the first night in the Christmas!!!!

And dear friends, as Swedish people say “ God Jul” to you all…

Hearthbeats goes from Stockholm to Bejing..

In the night from Stockholm to Bejing.. Two people had a first and a last night..  one man and one woman.. In the night a woman knocked on the door of a man in a long corridor. Quietly went out passing from the city centre.. Östermalmstorg, Gamla Stan, Södermalm and Alvik.. the colorful lights of the city shining for welcoming a new year stayed back one by one. The man was silent; the woman was playing music from radio. The woman was quite hungry when they arrived to the house.. woman ate bread with butter and salad.. then a soup, then a pancake, and then one more pancake.. they shared the only beer at home.. then they had a tea. They read a piece of high book together and then sat on a sofa. The woman showed the picture of Saint Petersburg where she was grown up from an oldish photo-book that she laughed softly of its language. The woman put her head in the man’s arms. The man touched her hair, cheeks, ears, nose and lips. Then the woman put his head on her arms. Man felt the rhythm of her heart. He was puzzled since he loved that feeling too much. He said to the woman how long it had been not listening a heart. She loved that too. She loved the idea that the man’s enjoying her heartbeats. The man stayed for long time on her heart being in peacefulness.

When the lights of the morning rose in a mood of sleeplessness but full of happiness, it was the time to leave with drunken souls and love in arms. The man took a last breath from her neck into his lever deeply.

To the train, in between the doors to be closed having the last kisses … When the doors closed, and she disappeared, it was the time when the man felt sad.

The way from Stockholm to Bejing, the way that man would keep as a secret in his life…

What is "house dance"?

Rojbash![1]

It has been almost one year that i am working for couple of hours a day during the week in an Italian restaurant run by a Kurdish man whose name is Murat. I simply call him “Murat abi” (“abi” is the turkish word for expressing your respect to someone (man) who is older than you). In another words, he is my boss. But for me he is a friend more than a boss.

He has been living in Sweden for 17 years and doing the restaurant business. What impressed me about him very much is that I really admire of him being loyal to his work hours. He wakes up every day around 5am and works till around 9pm. It is amazing to watch his performance while never seeing him with any indication of being tired, and always welcoming the customers with a lovely smile.

Along with his extraordinary performance, he reads several books on the bus, or during a small pause. He has a very strong intellectual capacity and showing his interest many times that how much he wanted to study sociology or to involve directly into political organizations. He feels the pain of innocents deep in his heart and stands strongly against cruelty wherever it comes from.

I remember once when one of our common friends saying that she was going to a dance course. I asked that friend which type of dance it was. When she said that it was “House Dance”, it made no sense for me since I had never heard about that. Then after came the poetic description of the dance by “Murat abi” to make me have a sense of what it was.

Think of a tree during the fall when it’s all leaves are yellow. 

Then one of the leaves falls slowly backwards and forwards from the sky through the ground. 

This is what they called“House Dance”.

I loved his description, and I loved very much how someone who seemed to be so busy with his work can be aware of the details hidden in the life from an artistic taste.

If you pass through Stockholm anytime, be aware that there is a place where you can have a very small talk with lots of joy and unforgetfull memory. And of course, needless to say: you will love his menu very much.  

“Hejdo”[2]

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[1] Rojbash: kurdish expression for good morning. I begin with "rojbash" to the day with "Murat abi".

[2] Hejdo: swedish expression for good bye. When I leave i say "hejdo".