Our Grand Despair Page #2

With them in the same room?

He really said that? Really?

Yes. The poor girl came and told

me in anger and astonishment.

My good old "Lennie".

God knows why he thought

something so silly.

He thought I'd be upset.

Typical.

Lennie?

Who's Lennie?

OF MICE AND MEN:

Let's go for a walk.

Good evening.

I'm back!

Could you take over?

I really like it.

Beautiful.

But Lennie is a bit strange.

I mean

him caressing

the hair of Curley's wife...

Are you confused about that

or me comparing Cetin to Lennie?

You're right.

It's a bit complicated,

the caressing of the hair.

I mean, neither this, nor that...

Yes.

I'll make meatballs for my brother.

Cool.

Eggplant salad?

Great idea.

Let's get parsley as well.

Hey, boss!

One kilo of minced veal, please.

Twice grounded.

OK.

Will Murat find the house?

We should've picked him up.

He was born and raised in Ankara.

He'll find it.

He knows the school,

he'll find the house.

For what's left of Ankara. Now

there's a road through the schoolyard.

No worries, he'll make it.

Have you told Nihal

the story of the cat in the fridge?

What cat?

One day Cetin sneaked into

the janitor's apartment

and put a cat in his fridge.

The janitor's poor

wife was so frightened.

And the cat almost froze!

Why? What for?

I ate the rice pudding and

put the cat in its place.

Was it a white cat?

Mete is living in Izmir.

- Really?

His daughter just started high school.

- Really?

What about Sadun? - Sadun is in Istanbul.

We see each other often.

He also has a daughter.

- No way.

I'm going to bed.

If I don't see you tomorrow,

have a nice trip. - Thanks, dear.

Good night.

- Good night.

Your apartment is nice, guys.

A fine life you have here in Ankara.

That girl...

Everything she went through...

She seems better,

but you never know.

We can never be sure.

It's not easy.

Keep an eye on her.

Do you talk with Fikret?

Listen, I suggest...

Update him on her.

Don't take the sole responsibility.

I'm going to bed.

And...

Behave yourselves.

You're still as water

Like feelings

There's love in your eyes

Like deep deep sleep

Why that regard?

Tell me are you in love with me?

Get up.

Sit there.

Today you talk and I listen.

Nihal speaks today.

I remember something from school.

I was in 8th grade.

A bookstand

was set up in the schoolyard.

In morning class,

we visited it with our teacher.

Our assignment was to write a

paper on a book of our choice.

Then

one of the booksellers handed me a book.

A university student,

with long hair in a ponytail.

Not the type everybody would fall for.

But up close, his eyes

were very beautiful.

Leaning forward, he told me

about the book I was buying.

He had beautiful hands.

The way he held the books...

How his fingers flipped

through the pages...

I went to the bookstand

during every break.

Of course to see him.

So that he could show me a new book.

But at the last break...

The bookstand was gone.

Only bare ping pong tables remained.

And empty chairs.

Some bookmarks on the ground,

discarded papers...

I felt abandoned.

As if he had left me.

I went back to the classroom

and wept secretly.

Of course I forgot it afterwards.

All those feelings and thoughts.

But I think I grew up that day.

Suddenly I was forced to grow up.

That day.

A turtle!

Don't look!

August 27.

Don't forget to visit.

- Don't worry. Get some rest.

Take care of Fikret.

He needs some affection.

Bye bye.

- Bye.

Call us when you get there.

- I will.

Let me be your dog, Captain.

Let me be your dog, Captain.

Let me live by your leg.

Let me live by your leg.

Copilot, copilot!

Captain scolds, I stay silent.

Captain scolds, I stay silent.

Wherever he goes, I follow.

Wherever he goes, I follow.

Copilot, copilot!

The roads are dusty, we're on the run.

The roads are dusty, we're on the run.

Non-stop to the sea.

Non-stop to the sea...

Hold the wheel!

You look pale. Anything wrong?

Really?

Must be the trip.

- You're pale as a ghost.

You too.

Let's get some rest.

Thanks.

What do you think Nihal is doing?

What do you think about Nihal?

I'm in love with her.

Me, too.

Me, too!

Inevitable.

Hey, boss!

Got some raki?

Then the way

she walked at the picnic.

Swaying past us...

Really, what was that?

A feast for the eyes.

The way she said "A turtle!"

Her voice still rings in my ears.

Notice her feet?

They're pretty,

not pinkish when wet.

Her feet, her hands...

How about her profile when she speaks?

Her nose quivers like a little squirrel.

And her chin when she laughs.

I could eat it!

Why the towel? What about breakfast?

Breakfast first!

- Let's go.

My friend...

We always imagined falling in love

with the same girl in high school.

You can't say I didn't try hard

to fall for that Burin of yours!

In honor of the

fulfillment of our fantasy...

Onward to the sea!

Cetin...

Do you miss her?

Thinking of her?

Would you go away with her alone?

Man, this is weird.

Poor Fikret trusts us

to take care of her.

Right?

We should act our age.

You know, this is no good.

What will we do when Nihal returns?

This stays between us.

We won't tell Nihal anything.

Right.

We won't tell her.

The secret of a great chef

is to not add water.

Right, professor?

Boy, you must wait until the beans moan.

"Enough you bastards!", they say

while giving their last juices.

What if we told her?

I think that would

just confuse her even more.

She's young.

She's already shaken up

by everything she went through.

She can't know how she feels.

She might think she loves us.

Or she might get more confused.

Almost done.

You two ate them all?

Sure, what did you think?

Ender, you know I missed you a lot.

I missed you all the time.

We missed you too.

We did too.

I mean, we got used to you.

We kind of became family.

She told me the same.

What did you say?

"Us, too.

You're like a sister",

that kind of thing.

Good for us, Cetin. Good for us...

So there was this competition,

a dance contest.

The company director

got on stage and explained...

Couples had to dance with an

apple between their foreheads.

One of the couples got it all wrong.

They both bit into the apple and

danced like that, drooling all over.

How could they with the apple?

Come.

Your forehead.

Hold on.

Like that.

Bathroom?

Go ahead. I'll use the other one.

Do you need to work this afternoon?

No.

Shall we meet? I finish at 3.

I think a person can

only understand oneself.

And only from time to time.

What?

Why are men like this?

Always trying to make rules,

defining and analyzing things.

And if you can't understand something,

instead of figuring it out

you call it mysterious.

Mysterious?

Yes, mysterious.

You find women mysterious.

But there's no mystery.

We're like you.

We aren't butterflies. We aren't books.

We're not butterflies.

Did she have something to say?

Why did she want to meet?

Nothing special.

For some reason we talked

about men and women.

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