Istanbul

Arriving to Mikonos the wind was so strong as during all the time that stay there I can’t go to Delos to see the Apollo shrine then I refuge me at Camping Beach Paradise decided to display my tent, I was a back packer traveller. As was the end of the season the site was with very low visitors and finally I rent a bungalow and keep the tent on his packet. The beach was nudist with a not very beauty people. This one had very isolate and you only can go to the village in a buss with a not very regular service then I rent an small motorcycle and with that I recognised all the island but one day going out, inexplicably the handlebars blocked was, and crash against a parked car, hurt me in the knee. All that occurs the day after who I visit a gay bar at central Mikonos.Obviously without motorcycle at end of the season and my knee hurt I expect two days to feel better and return to Athens. Decided go to Istanbul I buy a ticket at central station just a frontier site near the Turkish town of Edirne. If bad don’t remembering was called Pisio or Pisiou. There was the end of the rail then we came down and start to walk to the Turkish side, a pair of US gay young boys start to walk beside to me, obviously we start to speak, one of them was very friendly an don’t stop to speak and show me his tatou up his ass, finaly we arrive to a bridge over a mountain river more or less large, but plentiful of clear water. Arriving to the Turk side we are receip like inportant pople the soldiers stood at attention, after the Migration paperwork we go to an small vilage to take the buss to Istanbul. When we arrived my news friends had revealed as very useful. They was very good informed about the hotel and the neighborhood who live. In few minutes we was installed, they go quickly to the turkish baths but I refused follow them. As we are very near to the market I Make a tour to see the carpets. The quality for the new carpets was extraordinary all this was presented like old carpets with a wise used velvet, one of the carpet sellers, learn me a trick to recognise the completely new carpets, that was take an small thread and burn this, If this became an small ball, it is wool, If she burn with blue yellow flame it is plastic. With the carpets dealers you can’t have any problem to understand them they speak every. But quickly I was informed where was the best places to see to most beautiful. Then I start walk the Mosques and museums. How I was accustomed to carpets of the Buenos Aires Market where all the carpets was guaranteed be buyed 20 or 30 years ago in the worst case, look carpet in is origin place was a big challenge but only in two opportunities I was duped.


.I know is difficult to believed, but some times I’m a lucky man! The bienal of Istambul was developing during these days, then I can see the cistern of Hagia Sofia with proyected animations of Pakemon over her walls watching through the magnificent columns in the most of the cases stolen to others temples of the antique world. Remembering two, completely sculpted like vegetal trees or the two plinth sculpted with Medusa’s face one fall to the left(the roman western empire) and the other standing(the roman empire of orient). I don't see all the manifestations of the Bienal, only some modern art interventions at Hagia Irene who was making an magnificent contrast with this old frame. My visit to Hagia Sofia was unforgetable I go to see this monument each day with an unstoppable atraction, atraction to see, read, know, touch, every stone every bronze, at the moment I’m ignoring my identitie despite a sugesting company who follow me during my travel to Mikonos for a sail boat with an english flag, but I ‘m don't believed that follow me. For these days the pair of gay boys sugested me go to visit Efeso the old capital for the greec world in Asia. Arriving to Selçuk I take an cheap hotel, and the follow day I go to visit the Artemisa Temple and the Saint John basilic, for entry to this place you must passing through the persecution door. In this place I offer to God, if I can safe my soul I accepted the persecution. Some times you must believed or blast, to day have 12 years persecuted by the Blaquier stepsisters and the argentinan society but the real problem was, now I dont believed in other life, then the most probably my soul go to death with me.







.This shameless Duke quickly try to capitalized the christian learning about the aceptation of the pain of our fate and the forgiveness, in his hypocritical conception for the life of others(his son life included) the piety only keep place for himself or his beauty lover. During all the 66 years of my wretch life(without love, money or friendly advices, submerged on the homosexuality or the drugs) my mother the pharmacist’s daughter go the most of the years to Windsor to follow the Polo Championships(see her declarations to Kelley http://www.humano.ya.com/reales/malena/malena.htm ). All that with the complicity of the Duke and the English-Argentinean establishment

From my turn to religion, my father decided to take the circumstances and I prepare a punch line with the house of the Virgin Mary in SelÇuc. On the second day I went to see the ruins of Ephesus on the road found a French couple who quickly told me about this Virgin Mary place. My choice was quickly and in minutes was up the hill of the Nightingale, during the road several execed friendly dogs came to greet me with graceful bow, accompanying a stretch of road. I was still recovering from the blow suffered in my knee but the pain had miraculously disappeared. Once at the site talk to a nun to see the possibility of confession and communion, as to several days that no one stepped Catholic Church. Then arrange for the following day to 6am. In the middle of the crowd of worshipers who visited the place remarque a Cocker Spaniel puppy of fine race, but neither will call me any case. Returning to SelÇuc I went immediately to hire a taxi to take me to the sanctuary at 5:30 am.

. The taxi came to pick on time and arrived at the site within a few minutes, it was still dark, I sat on a parapet overlooking a ravine and began to pray the rosary.  It was the moment of dawn when the night lights just before sunrise, I must stress here that the clean air and the brightness of the sky in the eastern Mediterranean is matchless. I was ecstatic, it was at that time that the puppy Cocker Spaniel approached me and gently biting my hand in my left pocket where was clutching a rosary, it was as if I woke up, the dog began to tug trying to take me to the chapel where a priest to confess expected. Needless to say, what amazes me the situation but as I was in the house of the Virgin Mary to take it as something that could be consistent with the holiness of the place. He confessed, hear Mass and receive communion, then I went to breakfast in the coffe shop of the place where the puppy came with me and breakfast too.Today, after twelve years of persecution and cognitive behavioral therapies, and countless performances by trained dogs, I have no doubt that all this had been despite our primary mystical illusion, was carefully assembled by my dad. I remember one of the arguments that arose in the analysis was: Who is going to take the job of trained dogs bring to this remote place, to make me believe in the truth revealed. The case was to swallow the hock and believed. After several more visits to the shrine, I went to finally see the ruins of Ephesus. Those who saw it as spoils of human futility without greater importance. In this state the spirit I moved to the island of Rhodes, where I spent several days waiting for a ship to take me to Haifa, it was swift enough to exasperate and to discover that when I get angry I can speak Italian fluently, suddenly exclaim ” ma e tanto difficile fare un biglietto per andare a Haifa “ to the Venetian ticket seller maritime agency. Take the wait through all the interesting places in the city, I especially remember one afternoon after a short rain went out to walk, was at that moment that I saw in all its splendor the countless mosaics on the streets, the moisture potential colors, sunny weather that are barely visible. Impressive is the strength of the Knights of Malta in its interior saved mosaics stolen and taken by Mussolini from the adjacent islands. Finally the boat arrived and I boarded to go to Haifa to Jerusalem.