Gothic girl english

24 08 2001 Scheherazade Istanbul, seminar, creative ways of radio reporting. . . something like that. I am having the third drink Guinness together with Bjorson, a colleague from the Norwegian radio. I am explaining to Bjorson that from where I come, Scheherazade is a place where you eat sweets, not a striptease bar with a size of a handball court where girls with red g-strings, small tits and a faces covered with a transparent scarf spin around the dance pole. Bjorson is laughing and says that he understands nothing. Fuck the cultural differences, and probably he is drunk.

I exit the bathroom; wash in the big row of fountains. In this way, together with more people, I have washed my hands only in kindergarten. Somebody asked me in English if I am the one who writes. I turn on the right a little confused. In front of me stands a tall black haired girl. Her hair falls on her shoulders, her eyes are tiny, and the skin unusually white. The black sleeveless shirt is stuck to her body. Long thin hands, some black gloves of some fine material, which start from the elbow and end at the beginning of her hands. She points to my accreditation on which with large dark blue letters is written: International seminar for... I start waking from that confused situation and I say I am the one who speaks more when I am in the radio.

- Entertainment guy.

- Truly, I say, entertainment.

- Video killed the radio star.

She turns her back on me. I see how black boots reaching to the knees are going far away. The sound of the shoe hill is heard throughout the bathroom hallway.

Oddly, in the mirror… no, probably too much beer.

25 08 2001 Golden Horn Bjorson told me that he is heaving a headache, so tonight we won’t be able to go on a party. I found this place in the hotel brochure. Commercial: Golden Horn – the authentic spirit of the orient; a bar for tourists who are not satisfied just with a tourist guide visit in St. Sophia. Allegedly, they want to learn about the life and people in Istanbul. Two rooms; the first one is a standard tavern bar counter and bar tables. The point is in the other one – small fountains, cushions on the ground and empty hookahs. Probably, they charge a cup of Agroplodi ten Euros. I sat at the bar counter (at the European side) and I ordered a mug of Guinness.