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The
next day, the nightmare began earlier than expected. I had
no news from S. in the morning and thinking that her father
had done all his dirty work, I went to the club in the early
afternoon to salvage my paintings before everything
was under the new owner's control. The instant I unlocked
the door, I realized that her father had been laying in wait
since early morning; he and a burly friend fell on me, jerking
the wad of keys from my hand and trampling me under their
cheap brown shoes swearing and cursing the "Dirty
Turk! So, you're Nezir! I'm S.'s father and we don't want
to see you around here anymore.This place is ours and you're
out for good".
I managed to break loose and lose them in the crowds of the
Franz Joseph train station a few hundred yards from the club.
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my apartment, bailiffs had been notified and my possessions
were seized and sold at auction. I was homeless and slept
in my car for several weeks. After endless conversations
with S.'s friends, with the intercession of L., all of
them scandalized by what had happened, I managed to meet S.
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She said that she
was still in love with me. Ten minutes after she walked
into the room, she was once again her charming self. As concerned
the club and my money, it was still the same story; "Be
patient, things will fall into place…give me a little time
to pull myself together". I couldn't tread too heavily
here because I was at her mercy and whenever I insisted on
one point or another, she became angry and I was afraid that
she might drop the whole thing and disappear. We became intimate
again, just as before and I started to get my belongings back
in a piecemeal fashion and started to prepare for my definitive
departure from Vienna. We set a time and place for a meeting
the next day where she would bring the money that her father
had taken from me and the paintings I had left in the storage
room behind the bar at the club. In return, I was to leave
them the contract on the club and the necessary licenses to
do business and promised to leave Austria forever. After buying
a few gifts for my daughter and my little niece Nihat, I was
more than ready to leave Austria.
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Misery
(1970-Tatvan)
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