one of three

kalbim ege'de kaldı:imbros: swinging seats by the sea & forty-winks under straw parasols. stormy night; at 3 am waking, walking out onto the balcony half-clad, cold and hearing the aegean thunder, with implements of water against rock; a good deal more of the milky way above my head; the sea more darkness than i have ever met. the morning ferry got cancelled; no papers arrived until the afternoon. we visited some villages; sampled barba yorgo wine, standing around the tiny square, hoping for a cup of tea. a man shouted across the street for the proprietress to come open the cafe, and she came, unlocked the door and told him to go in and brew his own. at the next village we sat at quaint little cafes and bought pistachios and apples and walnuts.watching my aunt's interminable & complex rituals; of lotions and soaps and creams and tissues and cotton wool and cologne and seemingly many other obscure cleansing utensils. my other aunt out on the shallow salt lake, smearing black mud over her expansive thighs.windsurfers at aydıncık beach; there was such a very strong wind from the land out that i almost got hit by one of the huge plastic sails, but the man carrying it managed to hold on and i was showered only with sand.next morning we took the 7 ferry back to the mainland.