i have to go to sleep..

i was in istambul and sat there on the bridge and drank tea, suddenly a dog walked by and looked at the cat next to me, the cat jumped up and the dog barked friendly but the cat rubbed my foot and showed: my best friend, my best friend barbad, he bought me fish from the man over there. this romance was for a short time when someone played the violin... i wonder how many people knew me in istanbul for a trip without friction, the cat was the only friction.