blogsome is doing strange things. if i open my blog in opera, a random blogsome blog is shown. so İ saw http://thefrontline.blogsome.com/.

b.t.w. firefox isn`t doing that.

it;s really working. in turkey you can transfer money without any bank account. in theıry it`s working like this: somebody goes to the post office, pays in the money and says to whom and which postoffice he wants to send. the other is showing the id, and says, who was sending and from which post office and how much.
of course in fact its a little bit more komplex. first of all post offices aren`t made for people who are working in night time, and also not for those, who are working during the day. they close at 5 o;clock and will not be served, if you come after 4, especially in the last and first week of a month, where evrybody ist sending re4ceiving money, paying bills, gettin sallery, mostly not with bank accounts and the lines of waiting people might be hundreds of meter, just in front of the mshine which gives you the number to be called on the desk.
then the system of names. there are about 100 ways to spell my name and another 200 to spell it false. a computer system is not made to deal with that. why they don`t use numbers, like western union does.
then the post office. do you know the official name of your post office. İ think its called beyoğlu ptt, but i knoe three other ptt`s in beyoğlu. so finally you are dependent on your clerk being willing to search in the computer system - and accepting the differnces, how your name is written in your id and in the computer.
so thats the difficulties. but finally it worked and so İ feel a little bit more integrated here, knowing that İ can deal with the turkish bureaucracy. hurra.

İ`m sitting here dressed me up like İ want and fell, that İ don`t feel like confronting me to the predictable reaction today. so İ will redress probably before living my flat. less color, less skin, less “female”.

yes, its opression. does anyone feel like wandering the streets of beyoğlu together and react to such boring people in a way, that`s them, who have a problem afterwards and not us?
hey, sometimes a give a shit to those heterosexist folks, but somehow not at the moment.

angry,

vera

İ`m still looking for alternatives to blogcounter.de. its list of the most visited blogs, pseudo-ironically called “schwanzvergleich” is annoying. at the moment İ`m testing sitemeter.com, but it doesn`t work yet. so - any suggestions?

in about 14 hours İ learned and experienced this:

bengue was feeding me with çok lecker salad, kuru fasulye and the information how to hitchhike to europe from istanbul.

take the bus 89 C from taksim or aksaray to ikitelli garajı.

taking a bus in the rush hour

is a special experience in istanbul. and there is rush hour half of the day. so it was about 1,5 h not even having enough place to stand.

not evryone likes agit-prop

three young socialist activists had to experince this, when they tried to make a speech in the bus. there was some discussion, some passengers agreed to the driver, to kick them out, other didn`t. the speech was about thousand`s dieing in a war, İ didn;t get, which one.

this city isn`t neverending

if you are once in ikitelli you see a scene like a caricature of prepostmodern civilication critics. grey dusty and absolutly non-livable. but its the edge. more far out there is countryside. really

the trucker picking me up there

was going from abu dhabi to macedonia. he didn`t want to speak to much, but offered me his bed, İ good idea.

ten km line of waiting trucks at the border

distroyed my plans to cross before midnight. anyway as it is forbidden to cross by food İ had to find a car for this. as evrytime you find a car just in front of a border, İ found some smugglers. İt seems to be usefull to have a guest to appear harmless, even if İ always get searched, if İ go by myself.

spending my night in kapitan andreou

was quite strange. İ found a pub open until half past 4, 2 drunken elder couples, 2 very drunken maybe 14 year-old boys and a girl in the same age doing service. İn a way İ was not really welcome and one of the youngsters was looking for some stress. not threatening, as he was not even able to stand, but a little bit boring. btw. awfull music, very loud and an athmossphere you might know from gdr school dining rooms.

so İ took some food

next door and it was quite enjoyable. the village seems to be quite bi-national, at least many people speak turkish. afterwards İ took some walk through the village, very romantic, small farmers`s houses, broken treckers, … İ will shoe you some photos in some while.

as İ didn`t know

what to do, İ went back. being asked by the border police, what`s my job, İ didn`t know what to say. no working permission, but İ do not really think, he cares about that. so anyway İ stayed careful and said, İ`m a student, studying turkish.

some almancı was taking me back home

and the same discussion like mostly. where to live, germany or turkey. he was just about to move to ankara.

why all this? just for a new stamp, allowing me the next two month to stay in turkey. btw. its a kind of urban legend, that you need a date change between leaving and entering …

İ have to tell you, what İ picked up from a conversation of two young street guys:

today İ got one cellphone and two cameras

well, congratulations. but if İ consider the prices you can get from the fence, just enough to survive.

this was our lonely beach.