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Once I was in Istanbul more precisely on the printed islands

it's near in a half hours ride on the steamer if you were a friend there turned out to be exactly shouted ah

there as in koktebel your favorite juniper and do especially nothing

They say somewhere nearby House Trotsky But I have not seen him

I sat and waited for the ferry back to Istanbul on the pier stood such a hum

You would like the humor to you as if from a thousand buzzing painful hum

and there was a little girl who was running away from her young dad to me

I was scary uncomfortable before this young dad he had blonde glasses and some stupid blossom on the belt

It seems that it was the Englishman really in general, it was unpleasant that I was terribly uncomfortable that his daughter wanted to go with me all the time

Then the ship finally sailed to you a friend, he would probably like it just in such a beast

everyone went inside and I sat down on the deck

how am I jumping right into the screw foam or poisoning in the sambuka bar

How will I die in a drunken fight or a taxi driver will deliver me to some Istanbulian wilderness

I imagined so much that you would surely be very surprised as I could come up with all this nonsense