Winter Sleep Page #6

Precisely.

In fact, that's the beauty of it.

Making the other really ashamed.

And in this way,

maybe bringing out the good in him.

Necla, have you been watching

too many soap operas recently?

What do you mean?

Such things only happen there.

There's nothing to say.

It's your decision.

I think it's utter nonsense,

but if that's what you want to do

nobody is going to stop you.

You can do what you like.

But then, you're the one

who has to face the consequences.

Keep that in mind, too.

That's how I see it.

Those petty, multiple-meaning,

sarcastic words,

and those little,

cynical lip movements.

I realise now how sick I am of it,

how much I hate it.

Necla, you're going too far. Please.

The real reason

I'd apologise to Necdet

is maybe to get away

from all of you and all of this.

It's pretty clear now.

Nobody is going to stop me?

Of course not.

I don't need

anybody's permission for that.

This is my father's house too.

I'll stay or go as I please.

Besides...

I've already paid the price

for telling the truth to your face.

A price none of you has paid.

Isn't that Omar Sharif?

What?

The photo. It's Omar Sharif?

Yes. They shot a movie here.

At this hotel?

No, I mean in this area.

He's such a humble man.

He'd take a picture with anybody.

- Really?

- Yes.

You don't expect that of a big star.

But he's not like that.

What film was it?

I can't remember.

I don't want to mislead you.

Hello.

What was the movie

Omar Sharif shot here?

- "Monsieur Ibrahim".

- That's it.

I've heard about it.

Where exactly did they shoot it?

Around here.

In Ishtar and other places.

- Ishtar?

- Yes.

Interesting.

Let's see where it is.

Where is everybody?

You mean Mrs Nihal and Necla?

They were here a minute ago.

Doing what?

Talking.

- Here, in the lobby.

- Really?

I went out and when I came back,

they'd left.

Were they talking normally?

What do you mean "normally"?

Whatever.

- Would you like some tea?

- Please.

Could you make us some tea?

Ishtar is very near.

Right opposite Akky.

No, I found it.

It's 20 kilometres away.

Well done, you know better than us.

No, I don't.

What do you do?

I mean what's your job?

Are you a guide?

No, I'm not.

I explore.

Isn't a motorbike hard in winter?

The harder it is

the better we like it.

Who's "we"?

Motocross bikers.

I see.

I did something like that

in my student days.

Really?

Hitchhiked across Europe

with friends.

When the going got tough

we hopped on a train.

Those were the days.

Sleeping wherever we ended up.

The world was our oyster.

It felt like life would never end.

Full of the energy of youth.

I don't care much for hitchhiking.

I need to be more self-sufficient.

I should always have the gear

to get by.

That's why a bike suits me better.

So you check into a hotel

for the night?

I have a tent and stuff

but I didn't want to pitch it here.

This place is a bit like a cave

and natural like a tent.

And I also had some stuff to write.

Really? What are you writing?

My experiences.

Like a travel journal?

There are travel notes as well.

Let's call them essays.

Soon to be published as a book.

Really? That's good.

I'm writing a book, too.

Really?

It will be a serious, thick book.

History of Turkish Theatre.

There is no serious study

on the topic.

Unfortunately.

So I'm doing research.

There's loads to read.

Old documents, articles,

books and so on.

I've nearly finished,

all I have to do now is start writing.

- "Getting started is half the job."

- That's true.

- You used to be an actor, I believe.

- That's right.

That explains your topic.

Yes, that's right.

I prefer the term 'thespian' though.

Acting has fallen from grace

a little lately.

I was on stage for 25 years.

And I am proud to say

I never did any soap operas.

Despite some very attractive offers.

I remember something

Omar Sharif told me.

When we met,

he learned I was an actor.

He gave me this look and said,

"Acting is all about honesty."

It really is.

Awesome.

- By the way, we got a horse.

- Really?

Can I ride it now?

Not yet. It has to settle in

a few days.

How long will you be staying?

- Here?

- Yes.

Don't know.

I haven't decided yet.

I live from day to day.

I don't plan ahead much.

Otherwise it's not

a real journey anymore.

You lose the sense of adventure.

How can I put it?

The way a well-planned life

doesn't feel like a real life.

As the saying goes,

life passes by

while we're busy making plans.

True. Very true.

Weren't you going to the market

with Fatma?

I told Fatma to go.

I didn't feel like it.

Have you finished

the book I lent you?

A while ago.

So?

What did you think?

Worth translating?

No, I don't think

it's worth the bother.

If I'm not interrupting,

can I ask you something?

Of course. But please,

nothing about not resisting evil, OK?

I found a good source.

I should finish this

and send it quick.

Judging from your excitement,

you struck gold.

Not really.

It's a sequel to my previous article.

It aroused lots of interest.

- Really?

- Yes.

So Vehbi said.

He said the paper got

abusive phone calls.

You know Vehbi.

He loves to exaggerate reactions

to make his paper look influential.

The article wasn't provocative.

I agree, but...

I'm not so sure.

Why do you get involved

in such things in the first place?

You're an actor.

Write what you know about.

But dear Necla, often

you don't choose what you write.

In a sense,

the subject chooses you.

Of course everyone has the right

to talk or write about what they like.

But you have to accept that

the product will match its maker.

Meaning?

I mean there will be a big difference

between the views

of a lifelong expert

and an amateur's.

But can't an outsider

sometimes see things more clearly?

Frankly, not in this case.

Which case?

Let me put it like this.

The other day...

I carefully read that article

you gave me.

Then I couldn't stop

and read some others.

And?

I probably hadn't paid

enough attention before...

but they felt quite different

this time.

Different in what sense?

I don't know.

Has Nihal read them?

No, I don't think so.

She doesn't care much

for my articles.

Shouldn't a wife read

what her husband writes?

I don't know. Should she?

Maybe she reads them in secret.

I believe she does.

She's an expert at criticising

by remaining silent.

I don't believe she'd be

objective enough anyway.

Whatever.

- So?

- Well, honestly,

I probably couldn't be so daring.

About what?

I mean...

Pontificating in a column

on matters I don't know much about.

Pontificating?

I see you found my articles

worse than I thought.

No. I'm not saying they're bad...

It's something else.

Something else?

Like what?

I mean, they're like...

Mediocre? Bloodless?

I can't find the right term.

Harmless.

Is that what you mean?

I don't know. Maybe.

Your words are sweeter

than honey today.

I'm trying to be realistic.

Well, bravo, what else can I say?

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