The Divine Wisdom of 10

Excessive beer. Drunkenness assures Ferruh he is alone, though he has heard some clinking in the house. He talks while dressing for disposing of you.

Car park. The note you dropped in my wife's car, through the tiny space between the door and the doorframe. On the 10 of September last year, when I was in Germany. Yes, I know this too.

Ferruh stumbles and falls down while dressing up. Still very joyful. Another clinking again. Ferruh does not care about everything in life, as you know.

I could never find that bloody piece of paper or learn what you had written. But an inside voice was screaming to my ears that you two were in a painfully clandestine relationship. So I made up my mind ten days ago, the obvious doesn't need proof. And she shakes her legs during ejaculation, doesn't she?

A large sack. Ferruh wants to test its strength. He conducts some so-called tests, by clumsily trying to tear it. He will put your body inside this sack to carry downstairs. According to his plan, you will be burnt along with the charcoals in the boiler-house of the building.

Listen man, that last drop finally overflowed the glass. You shouldn't have done that with my mistress at least. No, not with her. Since I knew right from the start that bitch Zehra would lay even under you, I never introduced her to you. You fuc*ed her at Kempinski Hotel that night, ah? You neglect one crucial thing: that hotel sends the bills to their customers' addresses. Look at the bill dated December 10, 2001 for example. The invoice that made me decide. And what's the significance of any hotel bill? Insignificant of course. If the computerised extras of the bill didn't involve my phone number and the time it was called. If Zehra didn't call me by 01.10 a.m. and spoke for a long time. So, she called me while laying under you? Moreover the subject matter on the phone, was her feelings of jealousy, as you know. Have you had enough fun of me before the penetration of your... I mean that urinated part of your body, hardly exceeding 10 centimetres.

Ferruh spits at you.

I bet you wouldn't listen to all I've said but would only wonder the reason you didn't receive the bill. Okay, the reason is, its removal from your post box by me, I mean from the tin can whose content I check regularly, thanks to a spare key you're totally unaware of. And please tell me how the hell you met her.

Ferruh bends down the floor and cuffs you angrily. Your face turns to the other direction, as a brave soldier looks to his commander. While preparing the sack, Ferruh has some more to say to you:

It wasn't so easy to purchase the poison you drank with your beer, not a very widely distributed product. First, one should find the right address... To buy such a little poison illegally, cost me a fortune. Look, I remember something else: once I caught you with my wife in our bathroom. You were supposedly repairing a tap, which was supposedly out of order. To your health, you poor worker! You've always thought that women are impressed by workers. We had a good laugh with my wife then...

Ferruh first laughs then an expression of sorrow on his face follows.

...actually that tap would have continued to drip, if you didn't repair it. I felt grateful to you when I didn't hear those goddamn "tap-taps" that night. And we discussed because of you: my wife wanted me to give an end to my friendship with you. We were at odds that night since she made fun of you, saying that your ears resemble sails. I pitied you.