LETTERS to IRV     "The way to heaven"

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December/ 10/2017 10.55 a.m.
 
I am outside, in my car and waiting my mothers’ housemaid just beside the ferry port. She will bring me some butter and orange honey from a village in the east part of Turkey and a home made bread made of fish and vegetables and cornflour. It is sunny today and there has been southwest and there is no traffic jam at the moment! Because it is Saturday!
 
And generally Saturday afternoons gets more crowded! In the mornings the city wakes up late! And on Sundays too. I love silence so much!! But with music, with notes....with my songs....with my own interpretations...... and I love to transfer my feelings to the words, on papers....