When we started packing up all of our belongings for our move to Turkey it became quite clear that The Turk is a bit of a hoarder. The most unnecessary crap was placed in boxes and sent by cargo to Turkey with the idea that it would be useful to us when we arrived.
Fast forward six months and The Turk who is hasta (sick) at the moment has become a general pain in my arse because he is sitting at home and “helping”. On a good day The Turk cannot sit still. He always needs to be active and doing things. This is not a bad thing and over the years I have trained him to “do” the washing or “do” the cleaning but when he is hasta he can be a right royal pain in my arse. This morning he decided that he was tired of the boxes (that are hidden from the naked eye under the bed) and they had to be cleared away immediately. Now! Right now!
One of the boxes contained a heap of old photos. Most of these were of my travels but one photo that he pulled out was in a dented old frame. The glass was missing and the photo itself was damaged and, for some inexplicable reason, has been cut up and pasted back together. So why is this photo important? It is, in fact, the very first photo of The Turk (introduced to me as Al Pacino – his moniker) and I together along with his friends “Antonio Banderas” and “Maradona” as well as my girlfriend Ris.
This photo was taken back in September 2000 at Artemis Hotel in Bodrum. It our first night out – not a date (well I knew it was not a date but perhaps he did not). It was not a successful night. In fact it was ghastly with The Turk becoming jealous of another man’s attentions towards me and Ris and I deciding that we were going to escape then and there. I remember us running through the streets back to our hotel fearful that this strange Turk was going to follow us. We never went back to visit The Turk after that less than stellar evening and left Turkey happy with the knowledge that I would never have to see “Al Pacino” again.
I returned to Australia and Ris returned to London but whenever we spoke we would laugh about that night. Nine months later I returned to Bodrum with a group of friends to spend a month with Ris. On our first night we hit the bars on the Bodrum beachfront ready for a huge night however jet lag got the better of me and, after a few cocktails, I decided to make my way back to the hotel to sleep it off. I was tottering down the street when suddenly The Turk was standing in front of me. Yikes!
“Hey I remember you,” I blabbed. “It’s Al Pacino.”
“Yes I remember you too Janey. You left me stranded on the street with a broken heart,” came his reply. Whatever!
The rest, my friends, is history.
Picking up the photograph The Turk walked into the bedroom and placed it on his bedside table. “I can now remember this night forever”.