Sitting at a table that has been placed on a steep angled cobblestone road in Istanbul.
Seven days out into a trip. When you hear nothing familiar. Everything including the languages ,the food, the stars, the air you breath. Nothing is familiar. The day was hot and the heat tires you out. You look about to wonder what your doing on this planet. a place so very beautiful and wondrous. Too good for humans really. And then just as the last sip of thick Turkish coffee slips down your throat a cool breeze breaks whisps down the road. A Traffic light flickers red traffic stops all goes quiet and...softly...slowly something on the air catches you in a strange moment of stillness. I lift my head to sniff the scents, light another cig and... and ... The Cranberries waft across the ancient streets and fill my ears with that unique strangeness of living. I smile order a Raki and wipe a single tear from my left eye. Because one day...one fucking terrible day this life WILL be over. And I may not be again where I am now ,or anywhere else as I was then And i wont hear this song any more. So I soak it in now with all the fullness and completeness I can.
