In Turkey I met - besides audacious, threatening to abfüttern with plenty of raki transmitting civilian police (it was just once again pretty intense down there) and other strange figures, including an Englishman, the mediocre about was annoyed that he kilo-looking from Pakistan Hash by Iran could smuggle because he had not checked a single time - 1985 in probably the strangest flophouse Antalya's a good forty years of Irish which, although allowed to the evening conversation, but clearly and committed left out how many people but constantly of the "Would-Bes" and the "Should-Bes" talking, so the If and If, rather than face the real things. (more ...)










