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me an excitement, an impulse. I don’t know who always found joy in his harmless personality while
can pull this tiredness that clings to me. I sleep half he watched others with hateful eyes. It was quite
of the 7 hours I spend at school. I sleep on the accurate that my friendship was precious to him,
seat of the bus. I sleep in bed at home. I’m like in the crowds that he tried to stay away from for
in a winter sleep. I’m fine actually, not bad. I’m so long.
just tired. There are some kind people who worry
about me sometimes, and I tell them the same There is a different relationship between us and
thing, I’m fine. the Monk compared to other people. The Monk
and I could cry all night and talk forever about
For a few seconds I stood in the doorway with my emotional topics like existence and love. We could
keys, staring at the deserted, unlit house. comfort each other, and even if we couldn’t find
a solution and even if we knew that at the end of
When I went to the shower, I wanted to believe the day, we wouldn’t be able to find any use in
that the dirt of the outside world could be washed tears, we could anyhow bare our hearts.
away. I spent some time under water. If the water
broke through my skin and reached my heart, As I unlocked the door and invited the Monk in, I
maybe I would be purified. I took my wet hair off felt the room immediately filled with joy. He had
my shoulders. taken away the gloom of the house in an instant.

I went to the kitchen and out to the balcony. I There are tons of differences between our skin
grabbed the ceramic bowl on the table and chose tones. Probably because he suffered a lot from
a pebble. I targeted the opposite apartment. The anaemia, the Monk resembles a jellyfish next to
stone landed on the lower balcony like a large me.
raindrop. When I saw the Monk’s greeting behind
the window, I knew that he had received my I shook his hand, “How are you?”
message. I went back to making coffee. “Standard.”
“May God bless your standards…”
Selcuk, so the Monk, my dear friend who lives in
the next apartment. Last year, at the age of 19, We took the coffees and went out to the balcony
he decided to devote himself to meditation and with the Monk. It was almost dark.
stuff. He had this nickname “the Monk” ever since.
However, nobody knows exactly when, how “You’re pensive…” said the Priest, glanced at
and with what impulse he made this decision. me.
Whenever I tried to ask a question, he refused to “I’m a little distracted.”
talk about it.
I pulled my legs to my chest. It was one of the few
Everyone loves the Monk. But he doesn’t love reactions I had to rote. People who were used
anyone. Unlike most people, he has a standing to spending time with me still could not explain
personality. He is a real truthful person. He succeeds my tired and sluggish state of mind. It, this state of
very well in explaining the good or bad sides of fatigue and distraction, was just a crumb of daily
people with a soft tone, if necessary, with a harsh problems that could be passed over with a few
tone. One can trust him even after a thousand formal questions and answers.
years. However, his success in detecting human
tendencies had led him to choose people who I brought a box of chocolates.
could harm him and made him become distant
from them, and even disgust them. People had “Milky or bitter?”

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