I Lie in Facebook

It has been 4 years since we’ve seen each other in person but we never had a doubt that we will be friends for life.


So last week we were trying to catch up on the recent happenings, sharing what’s new and how things are going. Ranting how things have been changing and wondering how we are transforming to people we do not want to become 4 years ago.

And I said hey, but you seem to be having the time of your life. I’ve seen photos. They all look fun!

Then she said, “I lie in Facebook.”

Offfffffff…. Ahahahahahahaha.

Aren’t we all? Trying to have the best self-presentation of ourselves for the world to see.

So now on your birthday (Yes tatlim, you are 31. Can you believe it? I cried when the first number of my age changed to 3. It was traumatic. Ok. I am overacting. Ahahahahahaha.), I wish to see more of your lies in Facebook.

I wish to see you visiting new places. I wish to see you spending time with your families and friends. I wish to see you dipping in your pool with a hat and sunnies on and a glass of bira in your hand. I wish to see more of your PDAs (you should know the meaning of this by now!!!) with Tiago. I wish to see you saving more dogs from doom. I wish to see you stopping and smelling the flowers. And I wish you would have all the resources so you can continue all these lies you post in Facebook which entertains me and makes me feel that we are still one bus away and still part of each other’s lives.

Happy happy birthday tatlim. Mutlu yillar canim benim.

Turkey will never leave us because it is there where we learned like a pro how to lie in Facebook big time.

Seni seviyorum kizim. Haydi gorusuruz. Haydi opuyurum.

Now, go ahead and stop taking photos.


Eat your manti


and afiyet olsun!




Les, I feel like I’ve been convinced by some indian guys to go horseback riding with the Dalton Brothers in Cappadocia.

Really, what was I thinking? Writing on your blog? (Is it on or in your blog?? Ooooffff I don’t even know English enough for this! Give me a dictionary, lütfen!)

Well..as you can see, I left it to the last minutes of this day. Cause I’m brazilian and we do that: we leave everything for the last minute!

Maybe not because I’m brazilian…maybe cause I spent the whole day thinking about what to write here, and thinking about everything we lived together and thinking how much you mean to me. And I couldn’t find the words to explain that…

What is the Universe telling us when it puts both of us in the same country, same city, doing the same thing and with some people in common to introduce us in the middle of a crowded street at the end of some random day?

Bilmiyorum 😉

I just know I thank the Universe for that. I’m thankful for you. I’m thankful that in the middle of a strange country, with people talking a strange language and having some strange food we decided not to be strangers anymore.

I’m thankful for our courage and for not having giving up on each other… Cause we have to admit: we even look weird together. It seems like we were not build to be friends! But we did it! In the middle of akward moments and some feelings that I was only thinking about beer and that you were not thinking about having fun (“She behaves like an old lady” I thought!)…in the middle of all these things, we made it!

And now, here I am… to start a new chapter! A written one 😉

Let’s see how it goes. Hope it tastes like manti and doesn’t look like a buyuk maymun 😉Imagem