1995, I came back...

Istanbul was left behind August 1995. Started working in the same company, but now in my city. Didn’t come back to mammy’s, but to my new flat. My heaven.

I met David. My love, my beloved David. Mate at work for one year. He used to tell me that, the first thing he saw of me, before he knew we were going to be mates, was my back moving, swinging left and rigt, walking in the street. “ I couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop looking at you, baby…You looked so stunning …When I saw you entering the same building, an stopping in the door of the same elevator, and you turned back and said hi, I couldn’t say a word…and escaped running to the stairs…”.

It was a happy year. By Christmas, when we still did not have so much contact, in the Christmas cocktail, I found myself thinking…”I’d look so well holding the arm of this guy…” Couldn’t believe this though had passed so clear, so natural, so simple, though my head…but left it go for a while, didn't want to notice it.

We became such good friends. There’s no man like you, David…With Miguel, Carlos, Alberto (you know he’s the only one that has made his friendship worthwhile after all? Surely you are not surprised about it ), so much fun, so many things we did all of us together…La Mafia china, that’s how the rest of the colleges used to name us…

I once sensed you wanted something more, the day we went alone to see “Heat”. And got really scared…took the taxi, and left…

Getting near the summer, I was so close to you already, so used to your company…Getting near the summer…I already loved you, and didn’t know it yet…
Tel