Preferring to stay at small hotels rather than five-stared replicas of heaven arrives with its own disadvantages. Lying under the branched tree with your dark sunglasses might conceal your dirty looks, but your unexpected encounters with the other guests can never hide your true emotions. Gossiping, muttering, sneaking, peeking, commenting, discussing, marginalizing and speculating.
It never ends. The super-athletic young husband glances at you. The married ones read their books separately. Kids run around and bump into scary old men. Tall, beautiful lady holidays all alone, leafing through "The Art of Love". The seemingly-gay couple passes you by.
And after some point, fearsome enough, it becomes your daily routine.
Ben böyle bişiler yazmıştım bu yaz.
Cidden otel böyleydi yalnız. 10-15 oda, toplamda maksimum 30 kişi, bir hafta boyunca her öğün birbiriyle karşılaşıyor, aynı kumsalda uzanıyor, denize 50 cmlik aralıklarla giriyor.
İnsan ister istemez incelemeye başlıyor yani...
Bundan öykü yapsam ne güzel olur.
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