My dearest Kitten,
this is the story, or maybe more a description of a morning when I went to my internship.
It was a few minutes past nine when I left the house in the morning. The sky was grey, and the temperature was low. The long blue coat saved me from getting wet. Rain, small thin waterdrops falling out of the grey. Cherryblossoms, shine and pink, were lying on the street and cats were hiding.
Quite an uncofortable start in a day, I thought, I would prefer to keep on sleeping next to you, but I had to go. While crossing the sidelines with parked cars I'm struggle with my old fashioned iPod, somehow the earphones don t work. When I reach the bakery I finally managed it, but my hair turn wet.
Walking down the Acibadem street fells normal after two weeks, even in this rain, and I realize that it became some sort of home for me. Under the bridge I'm talking the first bus that is heading for Üsküdar Harem, and the lucky part, its a red one. I have to stand, like nearly everytime but I'm not a tourist in this bus, I'm on way to work - and theses strangers have similar reasons to be in here.
In Üsküdar I m walking till the harbor for the public transformation boats and get on the first one that I could find. In the meantime it became a bit warmer and I decided to sit outside under the tent like structure at the upper deck. I'm save from the rain, but the now clean air is floating my lungs. You know, Istanbuls air really sucks, but on rainy days it is nice. Just like you washed it.
I loved being at this boat in the mornings, listening to the three question marks, or nothing, and just making a little resume of my live so far... I loved staying with you! And I hope we can continue in a while
Miyak
The kitten in the city on the boat
