Organic Stories 1

Book excerpt: There are many obsessive old issues, big and small, important and unimportant, that have accumulated inside me. They are hanging in the centre of my mind, as if they all have a hook at the end. Whenever there is a gap and I don't know what to do out of boredom, the hanging issues come to my mind one after the other. *** You may think I'm unbalanced. Unfortunately, I have to object to that too. If most of you think that I am unbalanced, you should question yourselves as to why. You are the reason why I have turned into a sick person. I don't want to complain or justify myself. When I think of all the things that have happened to me, the skin of my head itches and then it moves to my back. I smoke one cigarette after another and grind my teeth, and when I think of the man who stepped on my foot on the train the other day, I go crazy. *** I got up and put on my cardigan. I heated some water. I made a strong coffee. I sat by the window and turned on my radio. Zeki Müren was singing and I was listening. The birds were awake, looking for their food. I came across a cat in the garden. I went and opened the door and called it in. It came and lay down on the sofa. So he was used to this house. He was not a stranger at all. After a while it came to my lap and settled down. I felt the comforting effect of touching a cat on my fingers. "Your name should be 'Lucky'," I said. He looked at my face and nodded. My travelling companion and I said hello to a new day and gave birth to the sun.