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Turkey Eskisehir itinerary (World cartoon’s museum directors meeting in art university) – Part one

If we don’t notice to the beginning and end of my trip I can say it was one good trip, nice and full of new experiences, and being friend with other countries representatives. Now I delete beginning and end of it from my good memories. it certainly has some reasons to be delete from my one week trip , I don’t like go to trip at night anymore , because I couldn’t sleep like others during those vibration of cars and whatever carry me. I begrudge when I see those travelers who don’t open even their eyes by bus horn, sudden brake and stewardesses’ reception and their mouth is open which fliers play in it but they snored. I glare like an owl to the road in earthy traveling and I feel every time if I close my eyes we will go through an accident and I annoyed those professional drivers who doze on empty and dark road, I look and glare at them that cause them embarrass.

I had more time but I couldn’t sleep. Rose slept and midnight she waked up, although I tried a lot not to wake up. She glared at driver like her owl father. We were going to airport through Pasdaran headway. Turkish air flight has a different case and its stewardesses features are different and even in Tabriz they show they are from other countries and they have other cultural in comparison with Iran ( because inside of plane has its own countries custom ) . At this time you can see passengers surprising by this sudden shock. Respectable passengers by visiting these ladies sit calm and even they don’t blink but when they come back everything gets ordinary to them and even they annoy these ladies by asking water glasses and extra bread. Arriving in Istanbul and giving our luggage to cargo section because of being familiar to subway we went by tramway to Amin uno where it is memorial to us from our last traveling to Turkey. Everything was like years ago. tramway bell , fruit seller on Serkechi district and fat seller of cheese and water in front of square , all was as the same as before and all memories had been remained. In one restaurant they bake Simit, special bread, which it isn’t like it in other places we sat on the chair in a big alley and ate our breakfast. Morning sun was shining and people was going and coming. We went to Asian part by ship. We knew all things. Counter was 40 qurush expensive than before but everything was new for Rose. She insisted in ship that she wanted to swim. I called Yavuz that we arrived Karfur (big store) and I had brought him some books and I wanted give him. After some minutes he called me and told he took us Mohyeddin Koroglue house after breakfast. I told him we had our breakfast but he insisted that Mrs. Birsan, Mohyeddin’s wife ‘ had prepared us breakfast. After arriving I visited Kamil Yavus he was as the same as before. We went Birsan’s house by car and like before by our entrance their cat went out of house but visiting big cats were interesting for Rose. They were as height as Rose. We drank coffee and spoke about everything, at last Yavuz went his class after two hours being late. Mrs. Birsan’s sisters, Mrs. Sahibeh and Mrs. Khadijeh, came and they took us Tuesday bazaar. Mrs. Khadijeh was like leader she was like those girls who are strong and could kill hundred boys just with one behavior and when I noticed their age I got surprised. After getting reception by Mrs. Khadijeh we went a native bazaar for an hour. Keeping Rose on this kind of situations is very difficult because she doesn’t notice to anyone words and she keeps on her going and then again we went Karfur by Mrs. Khadijeh car. We saw an interesting thing in Karfur that was a baby pad changing room which was decorated with cartoon’s wallpapers and baby pad were placed on drawer in different sizes that were written on them they were free for use. Also there was a place for baby sleeping and some sofa for sitting, sink and special hand kerchief …. I was so happy by visiting them not for being free but for their custom using , that people had known its value and I saw this kind of room in other stores  again . That was 4 o’clock we insisted to go but Mrs. Birsan didn’t let us to go by 19:45 plane. She insisted us to go their house and took a rest .Ship had delay. That ship ride passengers every 10 minutes, tramway came several times but there wasn’t any space to get in. it was coming every 3 minutes. When we got in the middle of our way they informed us rail had got problem and we must go by subway so we got late and after 2 hours we arrived Istanbul airport. For getting rest and washing our face and hand I suggested sitting in internal flight sections because I am always worry about not arriving our plane . It got better we did so because walking between internal and external flights took a long time and after 20 min we arrived and I got surprised when I watched monitor . Eskesehir flight was boarding ….

I asked information “but there is remaining one hour to that flight?” I was lucky that I knew language and explained them our ticket was electronically and they described that in internal flights rule you must be in plane one hour before flight takes off. So in that situation we were annoyed by in charge officer’s respectful behavior we gave our luggage and run outside section. Fortunately those people who were on the control and inspection lines because of their understanding they permitted us to be at the beginning of line and instead of looking us cool they just smiled. Last persons while they were entering into the plane, I thought their appearance worth seeing. Sweat clothes, blushing and red faces, and opened eyes. Anyway we arrived, but this was an experience for us not to get two flights between 5 hours. Our flight to Tabriz was 11:25 and Eskisehir to Istanbul was 21:05. The distance between Eskisehir and Istanbul was so short. We had gone shortest flight airline. As we got into our plane it took off and pilot informed us it took 25 min. I looked at my watch and had told its 8 min passed. We got reception with stewardesses and immediately after that they gathered dishes in a hurry and by notice to turning lights off and landing we had 10 minutes flight on the whole. I thought if we arrived at 9:30 Istanbul airport and went the distance between internal and external flight in 20 min we could provide flight card about 1:30 before taking off but when they announced in the airport that our flight would be delayed 45 min I terrified although I didn’t show it. I played with children who were as age as Rose in Eskisehir small airport and I sympathized with Mahdiyeh and told her we would arrive and not worry and we didn’t have to open our luggage and spread newspapers on the table and wardrobe again . 45 min passed and plane gave flight card and after 65 min delay it took off. I thought because of laughing at our  short flight in our arriving they wanted to terrify us so I asked stewards ” but our flight took 25 min in our coming ?” steward answered “taking off and landing and getting down , it takes 45 min on the whole .” I hoped we could get flight card on 11 o’clock that was 25 min before flight , bus driver was very patient and was waiting for last passengers to get in and carry him to cargo section that destroyed our hope . Mahdiyeh got depressed. But when our luggages get out of rail I took them in trolley and started running .Mahdiyeh had hugged Rose and I run in the way that if I fell down my big body part was my ear. They were running in the back. When we were getting near someone we were asking “foreign flights?” we were so sweat, that way seemed so long and even I was driving trolley on rails. At last one police directed us to go 4^th floor and I noticed we had got in a street which it ended to foreign flights. Controlling and inspection from entrance section was so carefully. Time was 11:15 and I was hope Tabriz flight delayed like every time. Monitor showed flight card section H where was Istanbul airport’s vast place. I pointed Mahdiyeh to come to the end of that way and then again I run with trolley. I breathe hardly and I was so sweat and wet. When I arrived Iranian section there wasn’t anyone in line, it was empty, two men and women was there but they weren’t Iranian. I found out it was closed so I shouted in my disappointment “is Tabriz flight closed?” those Turkish men and women told that it took off, that was closed. I went ahead and by notice to my learning about hope, words role, smiling, N.L.P… I told in their language,”my friend may I ask you to help me by notice to Turkish airline delay and this child…). My words had their effect and that man made a call to pilot .Mahdiyeh arrived in her pale and white color and Rose’s hair was wet. I don’t know what that pilot said, that man used bad language and hanged it up and asked us for passports and tickets. In the case that I was speaking very politely that kind and sever man assured us he would take us to the plane. He got our luggage immediately and pointed to two officer for taking us to the plane through 207 exit .I told them “my friends could you help me?” after doing some official works at last we arrived Tabriz flights with blushing face open eyes and getting very sweat . That was a really nightmare. Professor Atila Ozer was waiting for us in Eskisehir small airport. Menabo, Japan comic and cartoon museum representative got down with us either and we introduced to each other in car. Menabo asked some questions and he seemed very honest person. We arrived Anadolue University and went to a restaurant that its walls were made with stone and its roof was made with wood. We entered .One open round kitchen was in the middle of restaurant which was full of coca and meal setting dishes all around of it and there was a barbecue in the middle of kitchen that they grilled in it . We hadn’t got enough rest that we introduced to guests and I felt happy when I saw Zemun from Yugoslavia and E.C.C From Belgium and Gabro from Bulgar and Bali from Indonesia were present too. Yurdagon and Ardogan Bozok with their friend were from Istanbul museum. When Yurdagon saw me told: you made me crying ….you made me crying … I asked by laughing: what was the happened? He told “the topic you had written about your grand mother dying, your shoes had been remained under snow, which made me and my wife crying”. Fortunately, Rose was polite and she behaved like adults. There was a deep emotional relationship between Rose and Bronko’s wife from Yugoslavia. I asked Branko’s wife what they say aunt in their language and she said Bubi and I learned Rose call her Bubi. This name had remained up to end of our trip and every one called that respectful woman by this name. Branko’s wife and Rose were kissing each other more and repeatedly. Most of the time Rose was in her hug and she had made important variety in that meeting. Last day Bubi gave Rose a beautiful doll as a gift but Branko was sick and so he had to be at hotel most of the time and just for some days he was with us fortunately he could make his lecture. We went hotel at night and I don’t know why dinner often lasted more than two hours. Anadolu university hotel was in Odoon bazaar district and it was just for university’s guests. Polite young people helped us to carry heavy things upstairs to 101 rooms. We set things in our taste .Nothing should be on the table before spreading some newspaper on it and there should be bed sheet before putting something on bed. We also had our two blankets with ourselves. We met each other at breakfast and then we went to visit director of university. Anadolu University is very important in Turkey it has 4500 students. One big university which contents 9 schools and it is the owner of present arts museums, cartoon museums and it hold several international ceremony every month. Restaurants, banks and several saloons have made a city in this university so for going its local distance you should go by bus. We visited ceramic, furnace, wheels, tiles sections and in glass section we visited some attractive initiatives. One small sandy watch had been adhered on watch. Two twist lamps had been made or glassy spiders that even I saw like them in glassy museum too. Animation making faculty was more attractive to me. After lunch conference was hold mayor came for opening ceremony. During meeting every representative presented related pictures on the back field and a woman translated all speaking. Because of my self _ confidence and understanding language I spoke with mayor and also with the director of university. As museums were introducing I took note. Every one has its specialty. for example Istanbul museum had gathered 10 thousands and Belgium museum 4 thousands cartoon books and we was weaker than them by this view but our state protection from our museum was more and they managed their museum in difficulty . The age of some museum was less than three years and I said in my speech “most of you mentioned about your museum antecedents, they are also older than me so we make our history and as you are proud of some names time will arrive in the future that our generation will be proud of us. In my lecture that its first part was in Istanbul Turkish language I told in kidding we are speaking Azerbaijani, studying in Persian, saying our prayers in Arabic and taking our prescription in English language and this is a cartoon’s life. Then I introduced Iranian magazines and explained Tabriz museums and when I was speaking about Mollanasreddin translator couldn’t translate all my words because of being a lot of name so I gave my lecture in both Turkish and English language together and I think that was unique and they heard a different lecture and I presented Eskisehir museum one statue from Tabriz museum and then I sat on my seat. We went university forest in the evening. We picked wild apples and hazel-nut and Rose played with them a lot. Mrs.Dancha from Bulgaria made a flower by handkerchief’s papers and gave it to Rose. Bubi also made a paper flower for Rose and put some foods in it. We went sightseeing of city. First we went a big park and we saw the picture of mayor on boards and this sentence had been written on them” we have made your merited park” Menabo asked me ” what has been written on them” I couldn’t find the word ” merited ” so I used the word “respect” for it in my translation . We entered a ship. A pirates ship which gold wares and jewels chest were in captain’s room. A map of sea had been drawn on one skin. I asked responsible person, who more looked like ship captain, about map drawing in 500 years ago and its ability of showing those parts of south port which it is possible with satellite and laser missiles these days. He understood my mean and told he couldn’t deny or accept what had been written in “gods’ cart” book and just told some information about map designers. They had put chicken and rooster in ship’s downstairs and there also were budded potatoes and onions, garlic and some kitchen apparatus exactly like what are seen at the movies. Even one prison in underneath that one prisoner’s skeleton was there .We looked at them and spun helm .We touched artificial mouse which was walking on the bread and we felt those situations. I gave them some information about Walt Disney’s ship which is more precise than that ship and asked them to add moss, smoke and such things in order to show ship more natural. War guns, ropes, everything were interesting for me. When we exit ship we went park by train and after seeing one big park where some cottage near the river were we went for lunch and we came back hotel for getting rest. I could write something for my web log when I was at lunch through Deniz computer who was translator of Belgium friends. We went art workshop in the evening I bought an old oily lamp from Bazaar for 30 thousand toman and I was happy for buying something antique for Arsoy school from that country like other countries. There were selling some decorating stones in inn. These expensive white stones were very interesting because they were so soft and were cutting every easily like cutting cheese by fork. Some pipes and statues were making. Mahdiyeh bought some eye hurt and she got extra plastic too. There was a river passed through the city which can be noticeable for Tabrizian in charge persons because every part of this river had been made small barrier and water was gathering behind that and then was falling down so that was made river deeper and in this parts it had one meter deep so recreational boats were passing on it and we went to visit city by boat. Eskisehir was young people city and for being a university in it children and old people were a few so they gave attention to Rose everywhere and showed her to each other and even one morning a man who was passing us presented Rose one big chocolate pack and then passed or pilot took her to cabin in our entrance to plane. Young people had dog. Their mayor had put sign on those domestic animals’ ear. We went Atila Ozer house at night. A kind and cozy house with kinds of prizes from different contests that I never thought they were so lot. In one corner of home some presents from Gabro satire museum attracted our notice. Mrs.Tatani, the director of museum, explained them very eagerly to me and Mrs.Siga, a cheerful translator, translated them in a special Turkish. Some cats statues which they didn’t have any tail because Gabro is famous for his being jealousy. He cut cats’ tail for the purpose of entering and exiting fast through the door to not wasting the house warm. Other Gabrot’s interesting things was a glass which its opening mouth was like conserve can and had sharp knob so that guest couldn’t eat tea easily even spoon had a hole that no one could fill it with more sugar . We laughed a lot for those special initiatives. Other interesting point was Mrs.Vejdan, Professor Ozer’s wife protecting from cats. She was buying cats foods every morning and evening with her own salary and putting them in different places and doing that very carefully and kindly, although her neighbors had objected to that but she was doing her behavior. When we entered Ozer house I got very surprised when I saw one gigantic animal which was lying on refrigerator, one leopard in cat form. He looked at Rose surprisingly. I told Mrs. Vejdan “if this cat makes an attack to Rose I’m sure he ate her.” she answered “no Shansli, cat’s name, is very shy and he will hide in somewhere.” I continued “but this cat is very unordinary big and maybe eats neighbors’ children one day.”Mrs .Vejdan answered me calmly “no whenever I went out and people saw him they shouted and he has terrified so he never goes out from that time. Two other cats were in the house too. One of them was chocolate (I forgot her name) and other one was “tukly” (that means who has full of hair) lying in a basket and you can see just his eyes through his bushy hair. That night was nice and memorial. We spoke and laughed and tested kinds of dried fruits. Guests had left hotel before us. Saadatoddin who is a ceramic’s course master and he has just started cartoons and got two prizes, followed us. His wife was modest and her name was “Nodrat”. I was joking with her and told her name “Mrs. benodrat”. As we asked them we went Karfur for shopping we were there about an hour. Karfur costs were suitable. My wife expended 300.000 tomans in less than 30 min then they took us in a beautiful restaurant. They ordered “Chi borak” (raw kidney) it included a toasted bread with meat inside of it. Mahdiyeh ordered “Kufte” (small kebabs) and they ordered everything such as Baglava (a kind of sweetie) and kinds of salads. They also had bought Rose one gift that they gave her at dinner. Saadatoddin was very kind and nice hearted man so I recommended Professor Ozer to give his full efforts for making him a cartoonist because he is like cartoonists. He got us some present and Bamiyeh (a kind of fruit) which we had seen in soup before and they was dried and gathered in a string then they took us to hotel. We was very exhausted like other days so we fall asleep .We went walking on Saturday morning and to change our dollars to turkey lyres but every where was close  . Rose didn’t notice to any words and she went to those alleys which no one was there. She wanted to walk herself and instead of walking she run. A car got out of every alley .We had words with each other and because we didn’t let her to be independent, she cried. Then she played with some pigeons. Everywhere was close, so we sat near river on the bench in the shadow and we looked at people. Mrs. Vejdan called where we were and then professor found us. At the time of eating our breakfast we were sad because passengers left hotel from one or two day before and at the breakfast that was guests’ laughing and saying good morning last days had been finished and just we had our breakfast. There wasn’t anyone in hotel except us. It was a holiday and professor and his kind wife made our day in such a way that changed our sad day to a good and pleasant day. First we went a store and professor helped us to change our dollars to lyres. Finishing our shopping we went for lunch. We visited one picture exhibition. The trolley was in back of toy machine and Rose didn’t annoy us like other shopping which we had she got in the car I moved trolley and Rose also drove the car. We could provide some Nescafe and chocolate packages for family. We were professor’s guests for lunch. When between those McDonalds and Kingerburgs I pointed to Guri Fasoliyeh (bean dish), professor laughed and told this is my favorite food. Mrs. Vejdan who was a vegetarian ordered herself one special mushroom pizza without any meat. Mahdiyeh had been chosen chicken hamburger by mistake and when Mrs. Vejdan noticed in spite of our insist got McDonald for Mahdiyeh then we went café in the middle of park and we were throwing simit ( special bread ) to white ducks which they were like snow by Rose . One dark duck didn’t let others to get bread so I misled that duck in order other could eat. They bought more dried fruits such as popcorn, seed of sunflower and chips. We sat under tree near pond and searched conference news. Mrs. Vejdan had bought Rose a bag and had filled it full of dolls and color pencils. We felt ashamed of all those love and kindness. Then we came back hotel to pack our luggage and after some hours by professor and his wife’s escorts we took of for Istanbul destination. This trip was one of best trips in my life. Branko’s cold , Menabo’s Falling down in bath and likely breaking his shoulder , parks ,water fall , having delay in airport , Yurdagon and our hot debates and Rudi and Paul ( Belgium ) and Edi ( Indonesia ) and Danchavsiga and Tataniya ( Belgium ) … and whatever was , All was finished and just one good memory in wide of all countries remains my souvenir for you .

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When I got up in the morning I was like noisy child. Everything was different for me. I turned on T.V and reviewed channels; I tried to look at channels in English language in order to practice. I took a shower and then I looked at the apartment which was in front of my hotel. Houses were with short roofs. Their life was very simple and they didn’t have a lot of apparatus like us.

I went down stairs and looked at dishes one by one for having breakfast. They were unfamiliar for me and because of garlic and onion smelling I chose one egg. Michel, an old man with white hair , invited me to sit at his table . Although I say old man, he was younger than hundred young people. Then I noticed his being comfortable and laughing and sometimes his being sever is because of his natural being and he hasn’t any special thought. He was painting and holding exhibition in Canada as if he had come some years ago to Korea because they knew him and they shouted when they saw him and they got happy. He took me some photos and then other guests came. I got familiar with different cartoonists from different countries. As their habit we called each other in our first name. After breakfast cars were waiting for us on back street to take us to exhibition where it was supposed conference to be hold there. One Indonesian drawer or Taiwanian if I don’t forget showed his comic strip to me and then his friends showed me their works either. Their works were excellent. They looked at this art as a job they were owner of this art and their income from comic strip and animation was more than our oil so it was beneficent to hold this kind of festivals. He had a notebook so he and his friend drew a picture of one personality in each page and presented to me and then I completed notebook by other guests’ works.

Exhibition was in a place where it was called cultural center saloon. There were           at yard where they were selling cartoons things such as brooch, etickets, cards dolls, and key place. I didn’t expend money even I didn’t buy a new camera. I was feeling if there was an accident for me in that foreign country I must have money for staying and coming back and now I think this decide is accurate for all passengers because in one of my trips I expend all my money and suddenly they informed us Iran’s flight was canceled . There was raining and flowers smell were filled in all space we went exhibition and Michel showed his works. They were almost surrealism painting and they had hanged my traffic works in exhibition either. Some comic strips were excellent .Every guest was drawing a cartoon on marble by using special marker before his entrance to conference salon. I drew one mouse and then I got special headphone for translating some lecture about Japan’s and Korea’s comic. Their speaking was translating in English. Yuri sometimes came to see me and ask my mood. I didn’t understand anything from their speaking and then Miro lectured from Brazil. He had brought a lot of his books and handed them among foreign guests and I also gave Caricareh magazines, my cards and Tabriz cartoon’s contest books. Raji from Indonesia and some other artists gave T-shirts in their special arm either.

Saloon was dark and Miro spoke about Brazil and Pirasikaba contests because of knowing names I could understand his speaking. As it was a question for me Patrik from Colombia asked Miro about cartoonists’ financial situation in there.

Lunch: One beautiful restaurant that I ate my meal by chopsticks for the first time .Although all guests were trying to eat by chopsticks except two guests who asked spoons and I think they found two spoons hardly for them. I thought eating by chopsticks was very hard and I was telling bravo to this skill of East Asian people.

To tell you the truth, it was always a question for me that how they can eat some foods such as beef and rice by those long sticks but I was noticed first they cut more vegetables and even meats in stringy form and second they make rice more watery like our ‘Kate’ as it gets livid form so that they could eat easily by chopsticks. they were placing a dish on a small table and there was an oven under it which was lighting and your meal was boiling in front of you on table and as I think because of not being burned they were pouring a water contained vinegar ,garlic and honey in it and were serving it . Sitting on ground was difficult for Europeans so they sat on window edge but it was easy for me because of my habit to sit in mosques and formal banquets. Meal was cabbage, carrot and stringy which was made by rice and other additional things that I was eating hard first days and unwillingly last days. I thought about our Kabood mosque’s broth, Haj Ali beef and Haj Majid chicken rice and Yaghoot kabob and Pakdel’s kidney. Because of eating a little my belly got small and big belly wasn’t a symbol of being handsome and manhood or being rich.

Stone _pavement tour : almost in every country there is a street which is special for walking and eating ice cream and looking at unemployed people that its shops are very expensive shops in that country . Such as our Tarbiyat Street, Baghdad or Taksim Street in turkey or MacDonald square in Baku. Some sellers have placed in alleys of these streets. Before walking on there we went a prances garden and took photos with each other. All of us specially a big group of animation students (cartoon making) and comic strips (continuously cartoons) that they were from Japan, China and the same countries. We went in accompany by translators and other responsible persons to palace. That palace reminded me the palace of Khan in story of “nice soil” and Chinese and Japanese movies. Yuri made his finger wet and showed me how they made hole on papers which were used as glass when they were child. She and Cher and Melena were so happy that I got sad for our young depressed people. The adults recommend our young people behave like old people and exactly want old and weak people specifications such as be frowning (firm), don’t laugh (polite), don’t kidding (light _ minded) don’t speak loudly (it cause others notice to you), be fair (an old man) and … Yuri was asking me continuously how I saw the palace and I answered repeatedly that’s beautiful and attractive but I couldn’t tell my real sense. if I knew English as well as now I would have told her that’s attractive and that’s a piece of God’s paradise which can take me to my childhood age and make real those movies which I had seen . Guests were making photos from themselves and their friends and because of weather I carried my coat on my hand. Palace interconnected rooms and the last China emperor’s movie … was a special experience. Some plants had grown on the water and had been caused palace more beautiful.

We started walking on stone _ pavement with Yuri. They had told us every person had time to go buying in bazaar with his translator. First we searched for a bank to exchange my currency but official centers were off because of being Sunday and weekend. Yuri tried a lot to find a center but it didn’t possible and we gave up idea of buying. A man was cutting some special sweets by scissors and hammer and as he was cutting he also dancing and making people to laugh. I asked Yuri if they eat dog and she answered “no , just old men eat ” .At this time we heard a dog’s barking and then nothing , I asked for joking ” do they eat that one ? ”  I don’t know she answered me true or just for kidding “maybe”.                 

   Van cars was waiting on hotel’s back street .We spoke with other countries cartoonists in front of hotel and then we went into one big park which Manga ( books pictorial cartoons ) booth had been hold and people was gathering . It was a sunny day and in spite of hot and sunny there were long lines full of people to get artists signatures in their books. Those lines were like our lines for getting bread and milk. Children were laying on lawn and reading cartoons books in several booths. Some were performing cartoons personalities on children’s faces and hands and some booth were selling cartoons productions. I asked books costs they were so expensive so I decided not to buy and I went into open tent where they distributed free dishes on the table of park, they had put chicken and kinds of foods. People were eating free dishes in the opposite of our people no one care for those foods. After eating meal I stood up and went to see people who had worn famous personality’s clothes and they gestured with colored hair and special sword and clothes. I noticed every one cleaned his /her table so I came back and cleaned my table. Then one native invited us to go to a small and custom restaurant as usual we sat on the ground and took chopsticks. After they stated a lecture and honored people presents we ate second lunch with difficulty because of being polite .Cartoons books exchanged between people.

That night was sad because of being last night. We went cinema town and visited a lot Oshin and Tanakora and Jumong’s houses. A river was flowing through the city. Old and customary houses of town made me sad then a train which Jacki Jan hanged it and then Korea songs made that night warm.

Through the singing program Michel also sang a melody whish accompanied by people. After eating dinner when guests are introduced to each other they stood up one by one and people cheered them and that night was very cold. Yuri brought me a towel for putting on my shoulders and paid taxi fare up to airport and I went airport and missed a lot .By comparison our airport, regularity, intimate, trusty, activity, respect to their rule I fall in thinking and I remembered one of our thoughtful person sentence: we have Islam but we haven’t any Muslim, they are Muslims but they haven’t Islam.