learned a lot in this town, but I was far from my family and my beloved
girl with the blue eyes was still in my heart and I dreamt of her
in the little room that I had found by the tracks and where I shared
my humble meals with a dozen stray cats.
|| My adventure had
started on a bit of a false note, but something about the town
told me to stay. It was too late to return to Tatvan. I was
supposed to be in school since the beginning of the month. I
went to see the mayor. I explained that I was not a terrorist
and showed him the newspaper clippings that recounted my exhibitions
and my artistic evolution. The local regional administrator,
a sort of governor (Kaymakam),
listened and became convinced of
my sincerity. He then wrote a letter to the director and sent
me back to the high school with the letter
in my pocket.
I entered his office, the director was about to fly into a rage,
but when he saw the mayor's official seal on the letter I put
on his desk, his comportment changed suddenly.
governor had pledged to be my new legal guardian.
Thus, I began the school year in a new town.
months later, I met Irfan
classmate who also loved to draw, and was to become a great friend.
He told me later that I had such a hard time making friends because
the other students thought me strange and mysterious. Some even thought
I was an agent ?..