Yesterday when we were caught up in traffic jam, the taxi driver, half insane because of never ending jam of Istanbul, has begun to talk...
"Abla, do you see this jam? Do you see? Do you know why there are so many cars? They don´t take the other way, because it will cost them a little bit more, but in this way you lose more money, more time and you get stressed."
"Yes, stress. This is the most important factor to me. You lose your nerves..." I didn´t understand him anyway, when he had described the other way. I was absent, when he talked suddenly.
Then he began again: "This country must be divided. This country must be divided."
What has this utterance to do with the traffic jam? But there is nothing to understand. This is his primary process of free associations, I think. We all have our circulating curses, I think... Or our circulating nodes...
"Why do you think so? What do you mean by this? I am not for separation. Didn´t you see, what happened to Yugoslavia or now in Irak? What they have done in Irak? Let them fighting each other in a stupid way..."
"Yes, I know of course. But this is not my point. I want them have one winter without Istanbul, without Turkey, they wouldn´t survive. They can´t do anything. They have nothing...They behave like artists... They know this, they just behave like artists..."
I don´t know what he means exactly. I wonder, if he knows it by himself. He is from eastern part of Turkey, you hear it, in his accent.
He was in Germany, he was in England. He didn´t like these countries... Always bad weather, no social life. He couldn´t stand it up...
"My mother is retiree from Germany, I know what it seems there...Nowhere is so much freedom as in Turkey."
I smile "Yes, because there is no functioning authority. But this is not freedom, this is not democracy."
"There is also not democracy in these countries." (he means Germany and England)
"What do you mean by this? Why?"
"They are just working hard. The only good thing is maybe they pay their taxes."
Again a nonsense talk, which I can´t understand. I just want to understand how he thinks... But I couldn´t...
He began again, as we are still in the jam...
"Yesterday there were two chichi women in my car, the one was speaking on mobile phone. She said on the phone; "O.k. honey your problem will be solved, but he wants diamonds." Can you imagine that everything works like this? And this man is a politician,..........."
"Yes I can imagine. Isnt he a famous mafia man anyway?"