The Divine Wisdom of 10

See what you are confronted with tonight. During your next visit, beware of the drinks you are offered, if you will ever have any other visit at all.

Ferruh's place you have been frequenting all too often, for some God knows what reason. Your old friend Ferruh still has some words for your body laying there. He shakes and mingles the following words with beer, in his broad mouth:

I knew since ten years ago that you were after my wife. I did my best to help you survive, pretending to be unaware. You didn't appreciate my generosity.

Ferruh refreshes his beer, the tenth. An extremely tangled living room, more beer bottles are in sight than the rugs on the floor. Obviously no one has attended to the bottles for days, which could generate capital if resold to the grocer.

And maybe you started to undress my wife with your dirty glances even before than my discovery of it. You twisted guy, now you are a twisted worm on the floor.

Ferruh is obviously drunk, silence inside, seagulls outside. The best alternative, might be a baroque CD played at a high volume. "Peasant residents of the city, hopefully won't be deranged - those whose apartments are but control towers for each others' traffic." Ferruh values undoubtedly strange approaches when it comes to social issues and use of neighbourliness. He now tells you more significant facts, accompanied by his burps, as loud as atmospheric movements.

Ten years ago... You, me and my wife in our flat. I talk of the moment I was in the kitchen and you both were in the living room. Fortunately I heard the line you whispered to my wife. The power-cut which inspired you also stopped the music, causing a deadly silence you didn't take into account. "Let's prohibit all the prohibitions in this pitch darkness," ah? I remember those words today, as if your spermatic and sticky voice rapes my ears now. You king of quotations!

Another beer will be required, since his last sentence forces him to finish the bottle in his hands, instantly. A seagull's laughter is his companion. Bright lights and their reflections on the sea sparkle outside the window. Istanbul looks much better at nights, like all old whores. So you wanted to prohibit the prohibitions once?

I've decided many times to shout to your face, what a bustard you've been when you were alive. No, not to your poor corpse like I do now. However I couldn't spot another mistake of yours throughout the years. Not until ten months ago, the day I decided to speak to you.

Ferruh and beer, unity.

If I knew you would apologise for your offence, fight to win her, keep silent to calm me, be offended pretending it was a lie... Or argue, scream as if you were angry, quarrel feeling humiliated, beg me to leave her, threaten me to forget about this, lie simply... Anyway, whatever you would have done wouldn't have caused this. But I knew like the sound of my own name that you would GRIN like an unashamed animal. Intermittent, sticky, growling. And you would shit those too usual words of yours: "don't exaggerate". So I kept my mouth shut.

Back to work. Ferruh should remove your body sooner or later. He will carry you away from his house, inside a stylish package. "But whoever died of one last beer?" Incorrect deduction, since you are laying right in front of him, simply because of some beer.