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- So? -I don't know. My mother

never said anything about this.

Maybe because of my step-father.

In any case, It was my mother who always

told me about this country, about my father.

I married an important woman from Prague, did

important work, became an important person...

all for my mother. The state

has always protected me.

- You opposed to nuclear energy? - I say,

"Tender is the night." - Oh, that's great.

Well, I can't beat you at this game.

I go to work every morning by

helicopter. It's always the same.

I work at a research center

in the desert. And at night

I also return to my important

home, my important wife,

my important mother and my important song

by helicopter. That's my important life.

- What about you?

- Just what you see.

You sing... and you also work as a tour

guide to make some extra money.

- True, that's about it. -So, you're

a free spirit. You don't have to go back

- to that desert like me. - And now you've

come here to get to know your father.

There was a film director who was

hung up on his father. You're like him.

- Who was that?

- Bertolucci, I think.

Are you dissatisfied with your life? Are you

one of those miserable middle,aged people?

- No, I'm happy with my life.

- I can see that.

Sure, I knew him from poker.

He was completely fearless.

I've watched him play a lot. No one can

call his bluff. Later I heard that he had

gotten mixed up in some political business.

Not something I know much about.

I guess was an important person.

You see that woman?

They used to say something was going on

between the two of them, but, maybe even...

He wanted to celebrate my

being chosen beauty queen.

He did it in his very own way.

It was fantastic, just fantastic.

All of high society had its

eyes on him. It was love.

I understood that. He said that

experiencing love elevated a person.

He set the sea on fire for me. But my father

never liked him as far back as I can remember.

He could never understand his practicing

medicine in those poor Anatolian villages

like a missionary. Later on

he and I used to meet secretly.

Then one day I really felt desire for him.

We were at home... with no one around.

He kissed me on the cheek.

I'll be back wait here, he said.

And I waited him in bed. That

was it. I never saw him again.

Who knows, maybe he's dead.

Beshir, Beshir Sedat, maybe he's dead.

Beshir Sedat, maybe he's dead...

Beshir... Beshir...

We're up our knees in this

swamp of life, he said.

But only up to our knees.

Too bad it's not all the way.

If he were here now that's

probably what he'd say.

He was like a spoiled

child when I first saw him.

He was like a spoiled kid who chooses

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