Someone called out 'What's up?' I turned around. Someone called me. I said, "How can you say 'What's up?' ", someone said again, "What's up?" I started sweating. My balance is broken. I thought I was dizzy. Every thing was spinning, sorry. Because I did not live up to me, and there is one more thing that I will tell you about: what happened to me turned upside down. Then these two started spinning around on their own axis, someone who is telling me what's up and my surroundings. No, it's not like Earth. The world is turning crooked. Was it the ellipse? Anyway, the Earth was not round either, by the way, it was geoite. I wish someone could make up for me too. First of all, if I introduce myself before the first lesson or in a marriage program. After the child who is Yusuf Ziya, if I stand up and say that I am Feyyaz Feza Şafak. My father is an aerospace engineer who supports Beşiktaş Football Team at Cincinatti University. I am Frexoid. Frexoid is my shape. I have my own language. It's name is Araleich. One of the beautiful words of Araleich is Frexoid. After saying this, I don't know what happens. Wait, no I know, I guess. Wait a minute, I don't know. Only god knows the unseen. I just guess. Meanwhile, the number of pulses began to increase as they called me whats up and my circle turned around their axes quickly. Then these two immediately melted. The melt of my environment smeared on my face. What's up, they had the consistency of a ball, but they had not melted yet. Then one of them fell to the ground and bounced off the ground and stuck to the tip of my nose. It was Times New Roman, bold, capital letters, and 16 points. Just like "WATCH". Then I was just going to swear, I was going to say 'oh, what the...' (it was a very short swear), I realized that the melt of my environment was lukewarm. At that moment I saw the sun, well, that is, in the sunlight, not the direct sun itself. It shone into my eye. Then he melted, and he was a warm sticky liquid... 'Oh god! But isn't it enough!' I said, first, then when I was not cut, I would say, 'what the... (a long swearing here)' and everything stopped in a gravitational way. I woke up later. When I wake up at a normal time, I would swear first, but now is not a normal time because my face is warm and sticky. I wiped my face with my hand. I looked. I looked at the cage to my left, the door was open. I'm back on my right. Sec. The Pope is perched on his perch. Its tail turned to me. I did not insult him. I just decided to get up and go to the sink and wash my hand and face. While I was sleeping, I used a phrase that has been used for about a century and has a very important place in slang. I will not cringe on him. It's been like this since I bought it. The genus Nymphicus Hollandicus, also known as the Sultan Parrot. I called him Mr. Pope. Owner of the petshop said he is a parrot whose ancestors spread from Australia in the world in19th century. He also said that such parrots are harmonious, their posture is very polite, and they can live for up to twenty years. When that officer was so polite, I guess I said something noble to myself. I did not guess that he would smear my face once in a while.
A few years ago, Beşiktaş matched with Napoli in the champions league groups. The first match was away, and I bought a match ticket and a flight ticket. We flew to Naples with my Nymphicus Hollandicus. On my way to the match I left him at Hotel La Pace Napoli (this is the name of the hotel where I stayed). Beşiktaş won the match 2-3. After the game, I understood very easily that the city was strangling the law. Undoubtedly, defeating Naples on the road caused the deaths of the city residents with cancer, the loss of a leg in the chairs, and the regular use of toilet paper by the dogs whose families were trained. Some people who were very affected by this situation started to devote themselves to religion and go to church in the morning and evening, even to no longer eat only wine and bread given in the church, to become tuberculosis due to malnutrition, to go to the Vatican and claim that their illness was a blessing of God and died one by one. When I came to Italy, I wanted to see the Vatican. That's why I approached one of the buses that went to the Vatican and asked one of the Christian philanthropists to pay my ticket money with half Italian, refused. I had to give the money myself. We got on the same bus with the Christian philanthropist, where I asked him to pay my ticket money. He thought about which sucker gave me my ticket money and looked at me. I didn't look at it, I looked out. Two and a half hours between Naples and Rome. The security of the Vatican was ensured by several Swiss rainbows, and Catholics swore that the Pope was repeating the words of God. When I arrived at the Vatican, Il Nome Della Rosa came to my mind. Then My Smile, then Hz. Mohammed. I said I apologize for remembering Your messenger and other roses at the same time. I could not see the Pope, Child and Mama were not available either. On the way back, I named my Nymphicus Hollandicus as Pope. I just remembered that I said, "I just decided to get up and go to the sink and wash my hand and face." I just got up. I went. I came. Sec. The Pope was still in his roost. I called, he did not answer. It was sworn that the Sultan Parrot could learn nearly fifty words and repeat them over and over. Sec. When the Pope learned his first word, I wrote "hey agenda, dear parrot these days" on my agenda, which is the emblem of Istanbul University. As a subtitle, I translated 'hey agenda, my agenda is a parrot nowadays '. Then Mr. Pope was starting to shiver. Noo, Mr. I said no, there are four more years. He remembered that he had four more years. "What's up?" He said. It is good Mr. I said the Pope. 'Good, Mr. Pope, 'he said. I laughed. Maybe today my body secreted the first supposed endorphin.
