ABOUT ME

İ like to find new and adventurous friends and get familiar with new cultures.

PHILOSOPHY

try to be happy and make others at the moment.

Why I’m on Couchsurfing

I do it and enjoy it!!!!!

Interests

Learning languages, children, adults, different personalities.Teaching English. Listening to music and dancing, smoking whenever it is the time., painting, sketching my memories and dreams,learning how to play piano.

Music, Movies, and Books

I prefer to read books rather than watching movies but i like to watch some movies like Reader, Scarlet letter,again and again. If I come across a book like " Oranges are not the only fruit" , I do read it .Oh, I haven't finished " Fifty shades of grey" but I Think it's better listen to Adele's" someone like like you" or "set to the fire " can be a good choice for now.

One Amazing Thing I’ve Done

coping with different situation in your life display the screen of amazment for you.keep going....

Teach, Learn, Share

I'm able to teach people how to smile.hhhhhh

What I Can Share with Hosts

In spite of being late as a would-be traveller for the staggering beauty of the islands of Maldives destination, he seems to have an extreme poise for his scheduled flight which is taking off from the capital tomorrow morning at 10:10. Time doesn’t allow him to be in the queue of waiting list so he makes a snap decision to stand the twelve-hour tiring journey between his hometown and Algiers. Accompanied with nothing except his lightweight ruckpack and his money satchel around his neck shaping a snow-covered iceberg inside the black sea under his white T-shirt which has made the wrinkles of his chiseled-cut dark face more noticeable and unlike being rickety, the lanky build treads confidently on his feet and finds a window seat in the shabby bus. Jesus, this complexion on which an art master has formed a poker face by means of drawing a straight bony nose and chubby lips, despite his dirt-covered teeth appears to be strikingly charming. It is the night of a full moon and the twinkling stars are out and the young man is starring vacantly at the sky. He wanders whether he has seen this scene once before in his life or not. Suddenly the dark hand of the sky takes his mind to the breathtaking scenery of the inhospitable desert. Even an epitome of toughness like an Algerian man whom one of his historical fellow brothers in Shakespeare’s Othello was notorious for getting suspicious toward his innocent wife due to the idle gossip of not being true-hearted toward his husband and eventually being suffocated barbariously in her bed, cannot stand the raging thirst and the boiling hot weather of a vast barren desert while being lost among the innumerable neverhoods and oases appearing in front of his eyes again and again , deteriorating the bitter aspiration of getting saved,let alone an inexperienced tourist for whom the desert seems rather a no-go area. The acrid smell of the driver’s cigarette smoke clinging about causes him to suffer from migraine again. The skeleton closes his eyes….

The bus arrives to Algiers at the crack of dawn. Fortunately he will not get stuck in the nose to tail traffic of the motorway. The occurrence of any problem appears to be out of question except the probable inspection of the security police. In his view, airport taxi drivers tend to rip the airport passengers off so he goes for the public transformation vehicle since he doesn’t like to pay through his nose like a fool. The murmur of voices in French language being affected by Arabic accents comes out from the crowd standing on the double-decker bus and mingles with his heart murmur which bears an striking resemblance to the mountingly echoing cries of a little girl. He squinches his eyes up, tries to hold the sudden shake of his shoulders and takes a deep breath. Who knows! There might be a blot on his memory with regard to his remote past, mind, it seems to be a clear-cut concern in his present life leading him to the point of obsession about this hallucination. He closes his eyes and find himself in a stone-covered alleyway leading to a dilapidated terraced house out of which its two windows two women with heavy make-up ,one wearing a strapless and the other a sleeveless top, are murmuring with satanic laughter. A blue-eyed woman passerby with a brownish face tries to tug at her daughter’s hand and makes her run faster since the little kid is trying to steal a glance toward one of the women dragging on a cigarette. The passerby tries to cover half of her blushed face with her wimple and goes past a leer standing in front of the henhouse whose grubby trousers seems to be unfit for his belly which the anonymous baby in it never is due. The woman standing above flicks her half-smoked cigarette to the ground while smiling wryly to herself. Suddenly she notices the Algerian.”He might not be from this district.” The woman wondered. Algerian is trying desperately to find somewhere by having fleeting glances at a note in his hand.” What’s the point in losing this dark good-looking predator if he doesn’t accept to rip through his nose for a night. Today is mine. Let’s have a gift from God Almighty whose philosophy dedicates not all but most rights to a man.” She wonders. Goddamnit, even the God has opted to be a man when we want to refer to him. The woman shouted and said sarcastically ” I can lend you my hand without any cost if you ask me that. The boy looks up and the goggling man yells in away to hit the ceiling of the sky” stay away from this satanic goddess. You ‘ll never get some shut-eye if you wake up from a deep sleep in the morning before which you have a sex drive into such a psycho”. It seems he feels a little tipsy and cross. The picky bird glared at him and said” Fuck your mouth off or I’ll block it with the bottle in your hand and hey you brownish , stop being like a jerk there . come up or go away from here with that lame excuse in your hand because you’ll never track that address down . a man should creep wisely here otherwise he will have a cramp in his leg. Algerian went toward the door of that whorehouse with a satisfied smirk on his face.

his cell phone kept beeping. “ the message might have been sent by her”, he wondered. Reluctantly he takes his phone out of his pocket since the sound had broken the tense silence of the house he had stepped into.” I’m going to drink another dark coffee before entering the torture chamber.”, this was the content of the message .The vague image of her nervous giggle immediately after her silent cry caused him to miss the sense of euphoria made his conscience- stricken again. She always used to slip her arms through the man’s hand as they were strolling in the street. Putting her hair into a pigtail , the giddy giant child always used to haul her pricey jacket into the room and nag at him out of his indifferent reactions toward her mounting touch of humor for making a grim on his face. Oh my, he should let her imagination run wild otherwise the occurrence of fevered ones are expected. Rarely has he exposed to the situation in which his heart could leap into his mouth so the girl was always rubbed out of Walking beside a hilarious giant. A young covered brownish young woman whom her face couldn’t stand the weight of her heavy make-up tries to make an space for herself in the crowd. Her struggle for not being touched in her ass by men’s vital part of their body , a stupid reasoning of being a man , seems to be useless. The skeleton is wondering. She doesn’nt have the staggering beauty of his odel whose infectious eyes can spell not only a man but also a woman. So why she feels nervous about his surrounding men. Nobody is a kook like his angle.

Countries I’ve Visited

Georgia, Malaysia, Turkey, United Arab Emirates

Countries I’ve Lived In

Turkey