I must have thought that Turkey was Iraq. Before coming here I had imagined that most Turks have a moustache. So a couple of weeks ago I said to Damian: “We should try to blend in when in Istanbul and have a moustache.”
Damian said: “Oh yeah!”
I didn’t even dare asking Mark.
Nor Chris.
Yesterday I said to myself: Now is the time. So I began shaving.
I shaved my cheek - and thought I looked ridiculous. So I decided to trim my moustache. A mediterranean look would surely be cool.
Not so. Because of my clumsiness I only managed to create a bald spot beneath my right nostril.
I considered painting over it, but in the end I shaved it all off.
I look positively awful. I should have been born with a beard!
Damian, on the other hand, is so handsome!
Last night I went to a restaurant to meet a few friends. One of them said: “Hey, you look like seventeen!” Another said: “Hey, you look like seventy!”
I can’t wait for my beard to grow back.
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August 3rd, 2008 at 2:10 pm
Where are the pictures? Would love to see this.
August 3rd, 2008 at 2:15 pm
Pictures or it never happened.
August 3rd, 2008 at 9:32 pm
Jonas,
do you still think Turkey is Iraq?
August 4th, 2008 at 7:29 am
Bjork needs to sing to you, “I see who you are now, behind the beard and the moustache…”
August 5th, 2008 at 3:32 am
Sometimes I think turkey is chicken.
August 5th, 2008 at 4:39 am
^ Like my Dad always used to say, Italy was Hungary, chased after Turkey, slipped on Greece and broke China. :shifty: