We’re leaning on a complicated pile of cables. No matter what we do, either the computer or the monitor does not work. Triple cables connected to each other, eighty plugs. It collapses as soon as you move things, a system that is country-makeshift. Mostly miracle it works. Since other things have always been a priority in my agenda, I’ve been putting off the idea of having a proper cable system installed.
The situation of today’s woman: You manage to do many things alone, you come out of the intimidating deadlines, the struggle for life divided into forty parts, with the forehead of your forehead. But sometimes something happens, something very simple, a person’s pin is pulled out. These cables are my Achilles heel. I can’t stay calm even though there’s the same thing with every cleaning. I want to close my eyes and all of a sudden I want everything back to its original place. Can If we don’t panic, we will solve it, Gül says Gülcan. We don’t panic, but it takes half an hour to figure it out.
We have a relationship of full surrender. Every time I come to help with all my work, I’m full of gratitude. I’m not saying anything about how he’s supposed to do his job, no matter what he does. Mrs. Gülcan, like everyone who does her job well, is pleased that she is respected. He shares me in the daytime. I don’t mind because he’s a good and trustworthy guy, and I’m a bit guilty. I have two cats that regularly spread affection and feather, and I have many books. It’s rare that I can sleep more than five or six hours a day. Two hours when the job is accumulated is said sweetly. And then he says, “You always work, of course, what are you going to do?”
After solving the cable crisis together, the computer starts up with a sudden noise. My friend who set up the computer added a radio app. When I go in and push the button, I cannot get rid of the program even though my heart comes to my mouth with the sound suddenly rising at night. Because of his friend the previous year, as a result of sudden discomfort we lost young people. Removing the program sounds like deleting someone who has passed away from their contacts or social media accounts.
In a column, there are those who like to talk about personal experiences, everyday events, and those who do not. Ümit Ünal’s “Tableware Secrets güzel If I admit free from the beautiful line,“ There is no such thing that everyone will love everything. ” In my opinion, it is not possible to say something that touches teeth without risking the occasional ‘risk kişisel of being personal.
What we love very much is the sharp definitions of writing, story, novel and life. Isn’t it more of a rush for the artist to concentrate on the expert’s own product than to put it in his own way? This is not criticism. Fair criticism with a 280-character hit is not the tribute of every brave. Can do, precious.
We greedily love the trial. I sometimes wonder which department of the mind goes through so many books, books, and people watching people who are constantly unwilling to dress their own behavior patterns. As in Being John Malkovich, I think there’s a floor that doesn’t exist in minds. The stream passes between theory and practice. Some of them can be angry at three people as if the country is something that comes to itself, bravo. Anyway, I don’t have to wear these. You’il continue to do what you know, the way you believe, there’s no other way. You will continue to grow, water your inner garden and weed out the poisonous herbs.
You’re trying to walk through all the blockade of life and country, keeping your mental health. There’s a lot of social pain, injustice. We are faded from making up a subspecies to evil. Ordinary evil, organized evil, hard core evil. Mazbatası is the best way to get out of the world. Nothing’s under our control. Not even spring!
Look, we can call it a harmonica. Maybe he can’t find a reason to come. It’s like we’il appreciate it. We are into nature, our environmental awareness Kiraç interview not settle. Animals, children are slaughtered every day. What we can’t do, what happens to us, those who don’t know how to go. But we don’t do most things we can do.
When was the last time you gave up half of the food to go home and cheered up some dirty stray cats? Have you followed a more or less consistent development of a friend’s life? You listened to someone who couldn’t wait to talk to you as soon as possible? You answered the unquestioned questions, which are the natural product of the main socialization opportunity of an elderly person you encounter in the market, without turning a blind eye? How much of the energy you devote to “enemy aliens,, people you don’t know as often as you know, who have no place in your life, how much do you spend on real relationships? Any kind of shaken relationship iliş amaan, if October olursa ”” feeling, without waiting for the steps you took? I ask myself these questions, var you var is in me.
Even personal relationships are locked into a layka-layk cycle, there is no meaningful hierarchy. Someone could get hit by a car and die, and we might think for a moment that he didn’t end up with our last fifty shipments.
We don’t have Mazbatas. Meanwhile, our humanity is slowly coming out of us. It is difficult to cope with social unhappiness, uncertainty, and insecurity, but there is no excuse for everything.
Spring goes, love vanishes, life’s enamel fades. In a conversation, someone made a very precious mention. “There’s no more to stay. Sa We’ll be glad if bird droppings stick to Teflon lives.
“There are no more places to stay iyor but there is no way to go. In general, we do not have the knowledge of losing and the ability to give up. Everybody’s identity is understood after they leave or “finish.” There is not much time and energy left from the loans we provide to the people who upset us.
Paul Bowles, Çay Tea in the Desert ”a little short of the novel, Bertolucci’s film of the same name, I started with the great word in the final. How many times can we see spring coming? More importantly, in fact, we will have some spring photos, but if spring comes, will we see them?
A life… No matter what man is in his hands, he wants to live. The fact that happiness and unhappiness are highly dependent on “other people yalnız is both a stake and a present of the life we come and go alone. Let’s try to establish less selfish, more intimate relationships with others. Let’s dive into our inner garden with a scythe. When we raise our heads, you can look, and maybe spring will come…
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