What happens in Marbella stays in Marbella

"Where would a fairy tale begin"

From Ferit

They say "Human is the creator of his own destiny". Sometimes, when we try to play against this rule, we face the most difficult challenges in our lives. Why? Because any experience already changes our lives, even if we don't feel it or don't want to feel it. Often we are "grateful" to fate or "blame" it, but we don't ask ourselves, "Maybe I got to this point?", "Maybe I caused it?". And it took me a long time to accept this.

I wouldn't say that this story turned my life upside down, it happened much earlier. Perhaps it was just what brought me back to life and lifted a weight off my shoulders.

5 days. I will not mention Ferit Korhan from Istanbul. Nor about my responsibilities. Nor about my terrible reality.Perhaps forgetting can already be considered insanity. A year ago, this vacation would have been something familiar and ordinary for me, because I followed my law of "alcoholic oblivion" almost every day, so now it's like torture to return to this rhythm for at least 5 days.

The 8.5 hours of the flight were quite difficult, because my thoughts were almost exploding in my brain. All my attempts to convince myself that I would be able to forget were in vain. Perhaps that's why I started to hate my life even more. However, there are things that can help turn off your consciousness. I hope so.

As I approached the baggage claim, I began to watch a heated argument. A young girl, most likely Spanish, was screaming at a man who was looking at her in fear.

It was impossible to understand anything because the girl was shouting in Spanish, but I watched the situation in silence, curious to see how it would end. At some point, I felt sorry for the man, he looked like he was about to cry, given that she didn't let him say a word.

After receiving my luggage, I returned to the seat I had moved from when the girl who had been standing with her back to me turned to face me and began to speak in a raised tone: "Qué estás mirando? Necesitas algo?". I understood absolutely nothing of what she said, but I probably wouldn't have understood even if she had spoken to me in Turkish, because the girl was very beautiful, especially being so angry and glaring at me. She kept saying something to me, but I was too focused on her.

When I recovered a little and noticed that girl was about to leave, I had to act. Since the girl probably spoke neither English nor Turkish, I decided to play a little joke by saying something quite bold that noone probably would say during a first meeting.

"You look very passionate when you argue, the way your eyebrows furrow and your eyes open wide. Maybe after these words I should be afraid of you, but fortunately, you don't understand me."

The girl looked at me carefully, as if trying to understand what I was saying. I read this from her slightly squinted eyes and slightly bowed face. And I, in turn, could not stop looking her up and down. She was wearing a long blue jumpsuit that perfectly complemented her exquisite figure, and added richness to the blue tint in her green eyes. Her features were both childlike and stern. Her bulging, pale pink lips looked as if they had been thinly lined with a pencil, but she wore no makeup. I have seen a lot of girls in my life, and almost every one of them had layers of makeup on their faces. Of course, I can't say that it somehow distorted their beauty, almost every one of them knew how to emphasize it appropriately, but it was the first time I had seen such a naturally beautiful face.Although my thoughts were many, there were a few seconds between my sentence and hers. And then she spoke in a serious tone: "Este cabrón, cree que no lo entiendo."

And again I did not understand anything.

«Do you speak English?»

«No»

"It's a pity, we would have had a great time talking to you."'

"Ahora te lo voy a meter por el culo."