Under the 41 olive trees

I don’t know how many days have passed. Actually, I am not counting. Half of my brain rejects and doesn’t accept your physical absence. Likewise for WD, even he thinks you have settled on an island and enjoy your days with drinking and beatiful ladies by listening good music far away from all people and extraterrestrials. And that’s why he thinks that someday you’ll send him mail to come to your side to that island. Of course, he thinks to go without telling me by running away from me.

I don’t know how many days have passed, but some things are half. You know, for example sometimes when you’re going to laugh, the edge of your lip wouldn’t curl up and you somehow refuse to laugh. You take a deep breath and wait for the second chance for joy. You can’t laugh long. This is something like this. This has been something like this for last months.

I’ve thought of writing a post about you, but I couldn’t. Because I know there is a fear that when I write, I will really accept your absence. Plus, already what can I write and what can I fit here, if I try to write from in all those years of good friendship? Nonsense. I will never write.

But I know that I don’t need to accept it. I do not intend to accept either. Because you will be with me as long as I breath and walk on this universe.

And someday I will be under those 41 olive trees in that far country, just as we talked about, and you will somehow be with me, with us again. Yes, I will probably drink a lot that day.:) Just like I will raise a glass on your every birthday, our precious earthling friend Dave.

WD has more important issues (Edited 16.12.2020)

Hi my dear beloved readers! This Monday, Migo will be operated. I think he finally decided to close this year with surgery. They did a pcr test to him on Friday before surgery. What can I expect from an alien who even has problems with a small test. The thing he told me was that he thought he was drowning when they have put that stick in his throat while tears came from his eyes.

And today he got the test result as negative. So he will be operated this Monday morning.

Anyway, I asked him how long it will take, he said about 2,5 hours. According his sayings they will cut him and remove something inside his body. Don’t know much details.

Anyway, I have more important issues. The rain is dropping heavy outside. I hope tomorrow my new lady dog friend aren’t afraid of rain when we meet. If she won’t come, my all dreams will fell down! I hope she will come, I will protect her from every single of rain drops! I will hug her by saying “Don’t afraid my darling, I am here!”

I will let you know how the things will develop between me and my new lady dog friend! Don’t worry my dear readers! This time I believe, she is the one!

EDIT 16.12.2020

According to rumors Migo at home right now. Doctor said to him “surgery went well and you are free to go home, also, you can continue to be trouble for WD again.” He probably tricked doctor too. Damn! For a while I try to ignore Migo and not see. Anyway, I could not meet my new lady dog friend last days. But I will be on it!

Everything is toxic, my friend

Last year, wow, what a year, it was! It is still not over, it will not be over yet easily. We are in the interim of a new era, my dear earthling friend NFR. It is painful. Of course, this painful situation is only for ordinary people, the bosses are in very good mood, and they even made incredible profits in this period.

This year has been a toxic year. The pollution on the planet seemed to fade at a time, but then it went back to its bad old days in short time. However, the toxicity I’m talking about is a brain toxicity. Humans act like they’re crazy. Logic is in the background. It used to be like that but now more so. And almost everyone lives their days behind a mask. Except for politicians. Since they always wear natural masks, they don’t see it necessary to wear a second mask anyway.

There was something I’ve wanted to do very, very much in this year, but I couldn’t. Maybe later.

Of course, there were other things I wanted to do, but things I couldn’t do.

For example, 14 years old boy who had to go to work instead go to school at his age, because of the ones who closed the schools under the name of quarantine, also because of this system; I’d like to support him holding by the arm of that boy who fell out of exhaustion and hunger on his way home from work and then died in the hospital. I’d like to say him “Hang on, these days will pass.”

For example, when a family, three siblings committed suicide together, because of financial difficulties, I thought I wish I had known them. I don’t know what I could do, but maybe even getting to know WD would have given them a life energy. Still I don’t know.

Maybe I would shown them that comment you wrote years ago, maybe they would give up on their decision, when they have read it; I don’t know.

I have never forgot your words, my dear friend… When I was most angry, or when I was sad, I never forgot. I tried to value it in my own way. You have contributed a lot to me as a friend, even if in a short time compared to human life.

Or, for example, when a good friend of mine was encircled by his government because of he tried to tell the truth by saying “No, that’s wrong”, when they blocked even his communication channels which he could breathe, I’ve wanted to reach out to him and pull him out of that country, – as if I have a giant hand which raises on the sky- but I couldn’t.

Yes I am an extarterrestrial, but you know I never had super powers like WD always wants. 🙂

Anyway, my dear friend, everything is so toxic.

We simply watch how deep this toxicity goes. Maybe when it hits bottom…

But despite all this, just like the poet said:

Wherever you are,

Inside, outside, at class, at work,

Walk on, come at the face of opportunist, mischief, traitor,

hangman.

Spit at their faces.

Resist with a book,

hang on with work,

with nail, with teeth,

with hope, with love, with dream…

Like the poet said, we on this lonely planet, we resist and hang on with all against the brutal capitalists!

And NFR, thank you again for adding value to my life with your existence on this planet.

Sleep under the lights my dear friend, rest in well…

ps: What NFR said was about life in one of my old posts. I didn’t add it here as a link, because if I did, it was going to seem that I directed you to rate that post. They were the promising words about life.

Those days…

Again one year passed. Days seem so quick, my dear earthling friend NFR. In fact, while in the day, especially as if some days do not pass quickly, I think this is psychological. Collectively, when the years go by, you realize that many thing is empty on this planet. There is no big difference actually between those days when your physical presence was here and these days. Just like in years when we will not be in here. Same order. Of course, some things still surprise me. I think this is about my extra-terrestrial situation.:)

In the Middle East, the cards redeal for the thousandth time. The poor are more poorer. The rich are more richer. Natural wealth has diminished. The distinction between people is the abyss. What surprised me the most was the hatred and anger of people in the last few months; the collective hatred of the lonely masses. I know you’re not familiar with “hate” word my dear friend. You’re a person who loved and respected all living things without discrimination, even the extraterrestrials. I thought I saw all kinds of racism on this planet, dear NFR. But I was wrong.

The kind of repressed racism was much worse. I have seen. And those racists call themselves socialists-communists. Yes, they do. Like Lenin said, they are “useful idiots”, they don’t even know what they did. The racism of literate leftists was worse than the ignorant rightists, I felt this to my bones. I shuddered from fear for the future of this planet and for myself, when seeing them.

You were always worried about the future of this planet, dear NFR. I was not like you, you know. I think I just notice. And now I think you’re in a better place…

Those days were the days I always tried to tell or explain some things to people, you know. Happy and hopefull. But I do not have the second one anymore, so I don’t have “hope”. I am seeing I was wrong, when I said everytime, “there is hope my friend.” No, there is not hope my dear friend. I see now.

I’m not trying to tell anyone anything anymore. The arrogant truths of people are indestructible in the face of the real facts; now I know this. I am not saying “this is like that not the way you know” anymore. Because nobody cares about the facts. Already some facts are so unbelievable than the stories that people believe in more.

Anyway, we missed you my dear earthling friend. I am sorry, this time it was kind of relief letter. I am sorry for this. And WD says hi to you. He is anymore getting old. But you know him, he never accepts he gets old anymore. He is still most handsome and intelligence dog on this planet, you know him.;)

Wherever you are, I hope the lights would always shine on you, my dear earthling friend. Forever!

 

This morning

Again an another year… Today NFR, we, WD and I went out very early hours. We visited three parks(yes, WD could not find his friends and we were searching for them:)) and went to shore. It has been very good for starting the sunday. Normally days pass with rush, and plenty of empty daily business. I will not talk about world politics and etc. These all sucks already, you know. In last week I had an excitement and little bit anger. I do not know why. I was feeling like in this song. 🙂

But today’s morning, all has gone. I am so much relax anymore. After the morning I realized that today was the day your body left this planet; I felt little bit sad, but much more happy due to I knew you. Like Sojourner and I am sure like many other friends of you. Anyway, my dear earthling friend. I hope you are fine wherever you are; and do not forget, you are always being remembered!

An another year

An another year has passed again NFR, you were not physically on the earth.  We talked about you some times, I and Sojourner, and say into that conversations always, “if he was here, some things would have been different.”

This is such a great thing about friendship that you made in a short time( I only knew you during a year). We missed you, WD and I missed your conversations, and WD always says “he had a light that can see the opportunities in my future kingdom.” 🙂

Sojourner and I are against all ants side by side anymore! He has been my earthling comrade. And I’d wish you were being in here, while sojourner made that jokes about the ants which was the reason of my first sentence; you would have definitelly laughed too much. Who knows, maybe you have read what he wrote, and joined to our laughing in a place where you are in right now.;)

And Ars, she is still one of brilliant young of the earthlings. She is writing more poems, and actually I miss her pictures. Maybe she doesn’t have too much time to paint anymore. I don’t know. But she seems fine, and she is very smart as always.

I don’t want to talk about the world situation to you. It is going to sh*t as never before. Already you can predict this. And there is no need to talk about it right now.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter whereever you are in, my dear Earthling friend NFR, you are always remembered as very good friend, and good people. Just know this, and don’t forget.

 

 

 

 

Who needs care?

Migo is sick for last two-three days, I guess he got flu, because his nose flows like waterfall. We cannot go out too much and go around as much as I wanted, especially yesterday and today. Just we are going out for my pee, and turning back quickly. To extend the time when we are out there, my efforts to reach the farthest tree to pee, have failed. Migo didn’t buy it! I cannot see beautiful lady dogs due to lack of the time. I am in a horrible situation! I am bored. I miss my days before three days ago! This is not a life what I want; I need attention which will come from lady dogs!

-The one who is sick is me, but you need care, is that so WD?
-Why were you suprised, Migo! I am the most handsome and wise dog on earth, but I am sure there are plenty of your kind at outer space! You are not special in this case!

 

The walls that gain autonomy

These street writing examples are from Turkey. I will try to translate them in English. They have hope, joy, humor, and sometimes deep interactions. It’s not just about the writer who wrote the grafiti. They do have the feature of establishing a close connection among the people who read it on the wall. Maybe some of them will make you feel or think the some connections, my Earthling friends; who knows. 😉

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At this war against the tea bags, I am at the teapot’s side.

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If I was the fish, the ferry would have hit me

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I’d like to use bad language, but the paint spray is about to run out.
I’ve bought the paint spray, mot*er f*ckers!

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It would have been good, if we had read the script once before we were born

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All lazy people, let’s unite, sometime

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hey policeman, the body search is in vain, all is in my head.

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The aliens are real

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     why you didn’t love me…                                                                                                                                   (the plate’s writing on the abandoned building at the background: Community Mental Health Center)

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Maybe someday we can share the same house and we would say together “oh sh*t!” to the electric bill of the same house.

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There are two deficiencies in the Turkish education system
1-Education
2-System

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While the sea is not rough, all you are becoming sea captain.

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Life is short, give vodka to the butterflies.

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Where are you Spartacus 😦

Let’s begin again!

Hi everyone! We hope all you are fine! Are we ready for the new season! Migo and I are ready!

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In May 26 we were running from Cylons! Cylons are not real, I had said this to Migo in many times but he didn’t listen to me as always!

Anyway, it’s been almost three and half months, my beloved friends! Wow! I didn’t realise that the time has passed quickly like that! I am sure Migo has kept the record and was aware everything. We, the dogs don’t keep the records but we are aware and remember eveything. For this, there is no need to be an alien from outer space!

Even if I don’t keep the records of the world’s events, I am aware nothing chances on this planet for last 3,5 months.

Let’s check together what happened or not happened.

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You see, nothing changes on this world. But you cannot tell this to Migo!

That’s why I gave up to tell some things to Migo for a long time. In this summer I’ve dedicated myself to my novel. Yes, I am writing my adventures with Migo finally. I am sure it will be best seller after the Bible at Amazon! I am trying to tell everything about aliens and their hazards. The world needs my novel!

There were hard times when I wrote my book in this summer, especially hot wheather made me nervous some times.

At the beginning of the summer it was already too late for us to reach the sea. Normally we would start to swim in May. But this summer we could go to swim in mid June as first. I was so excited that day. Though not as much as in this gif, actually I can see similarity with my excitement and its.🤔

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Why we were too late for opening sea season? Because Migo had started to learn Tai Chi those days and he was studying Tai Chi in early hours of the days instead of go to the sea. Yes, we always go to swim at 7-8 am in morning. We could not go swimming until Migo learned to use time well!By the way, those days were very funny. Because, the funnier thing than an alien who tries to learn Tai Chi, is an alien who cannot learn Tai Chi. Haha!

While the funny days were passing with Migo’s Tai Chi traning, at 12 June, an earthquake happened in Izmir where we reside in.

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It was interesting day. I’ve sensed the earthquake but I didn’t give any reaction. Migo couldn’t make sense of my attitude. That day this conversation passed amongs us.

-Didn’t you feel the earthquake WD?

-Yes, I did Migo. So?

-Why you did not give any reaction before it happened?

-What! Do I have to give any reaction? What do you think I am? Am I earthquake alarm!

-But human resources say that…

-Human resources say that, bla bla. Who cares Migo? Besides, you are the alien, why you didn’t any sense about earthquake? Tell me.

Migo didn’t answer. I had finally found the way to stop Migo’s questions! That was the victory day for me!

After that day, we have shaked too much. There were many afterschocks. Even in one of these days the records announced that 490 aftershocks happened in only one day. We were so used to shake that we were shaking ourselves when it was not aftershock.

The days have passed with the earthquakes, very-very hot wheather, writing my book, training Tai Chi of Migo, swimming, and many drinks in this summer. But, I couldn’t find my precious lady dog mate again. My unfortunate broken heart! However, I do have hope, after I finished my novel and published it, many lady dogs will line up at my door! That day I will be the lucky-one! Yeah!

Let’s begin to new chapter of our lives!

 

 

 

The distances

 

The most beautiful sea:
hasn’t been crossed yet.
The most beautiful child:
hasn’t grown up yet.
Our most beautiful days:
we haven’t lived yet.
And the most beautiful words I wanted to say
I haven’t said yet…

Nazim Hikmet Ran,
September 24th 1945

Until we meet again, take care of yourself, our Earthling friends.

With respect,

-Migarium the extraterrestrial, WD the earthling