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I do not know it is true that closed or not. When you see a title like this you think that people from Turkey closed something that belongs to them and may actually this has happened. But no, the Turks is or was a petty little restaurant at the beginning of sixth Avenue Cali in which spent all my childhood.

A year ago I do not like the month of September from a year ago because it brings me bad news, poor so to speak, and this month that will bring a little more than a storm mythical as the Santa Rosa , which each year begins, perhaps, one of the most beautiful seasons of the year, spring, do not like. I do not like the storm even though the colors of the storm are stormily romantic, nor do I like to close their places of my childhood because it is worse than killing the father and keep the crazy mother.

When I was girl I liked going to the Turks because my parents were there all day talking to all those who were approaching the final table and was not a table but all the tables which were full of cups, dirty napkins, empty bottles and half-filled, pens and paper boats paper boats or other facts with dirty napkins. I did not like is also a say because in reality I did not like was the fact that and indeed we do, as when we want to start a routine sport and because we said that we started and where we are, we like, they like my example of sport? It's very personal.

When I was old girl had many friends in the Turks were not my friends, were friends of my parents, but over time also were my friends and everyone liked, because my parents were the only they had a daughter called as they had wanted to call her daughter had not been because they had her. Would give me things, paints, brushes, leaves, paper boats, jet chocolates, the wafer of red paper were the ones I liked.

In Turkish painting, first with leaves on the dirty cloth was always cream-colored nylon, so the leaves are not well supported in the fabric and patterns were with the texture of cloth folded on them, that always bothered me much until I found that it could support the blade on the floor, then put me under the table and rested the blade on the floor and was no longer the cloth which was above and below the sheet but I can not remember the tiles themselves were checkered or not.

Turks closed their

was another thing the Turks, the wind. I learned that the wind came from the Turks in the afternoon and it was because of him that my drawings were flown by the Turks finished the shoes of the gentlemen who always went to the Turks to take a painting. So I met Chichi, the plunger is still walking around, I remember that my dad gave Chichi bucks in exchange for not stroke the tennis and that he did laugh. I saw him recently and is just the same, to me, did not recognize me.

also met there Guerrita , Pombo him a picture, I was afraid because it was so great, had a beard, dress the same color of the tablecloths of the Turks, praying hands guerrita lists, little war, little war.

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remember that I was proud because my dad seemed to look younger than other people went to the Turks and told my mom not to forget the question, why my dad talk to them if my dad is younger? I do not know but I always answer it asked.

At the side of the Turks was or is, the taken away? The home of lions, do not know if his real name, but that was as I said, you know those names with a christening things personally, and when one is young these houses are brutal because they seem drawn from a story. I looked out and I dreamed of living there, but I was a little scared to do it.

My World and the Turks also met another girl who had the same fate as me. Xylene Diana, she, who then went to the same school and who did not return see also drew and talked to me in Turkish. Kibbe ate with tomato and fries, my second favorite food after beans. She and I were lucky because from small learned to listen and be friends of the greats.

Turks closed their

In Turks actually was a small café-restaurant closed when I was still I lived in Cali, then opened the coffee Moris Gardel in a corner of the sixth where they sell paint brand Cabrales and where they went to take it the same as going to Turkish. The first Turks had brown chairs, and after parking the others were Turks who had chairs olive green, but customers of each other it is not getting along and that's why customers chose the first Turkish walk a little more to coffee Gardel.

Turks now are closing were empty and almost always as the first Turks were left and the bad, the place became dangerous after the time of arrival of the wind better not let the pictures are flown to other people's shoes.

I kept going to the Gardel and from time to time to remember the Turks green. My parents continued going to both, depends on the mood and the hour of wind. That my dad would read and my mom to watch the people, hence my father waving to passersby, we went to Chichi bucks that alternated between one and another coffee and also bought the lottery Mr happened. Hence my dad called it painted black or espresso while my mother said, oh no it's so dark! I do not understand how to take it so dark! and then said a Jum! paisa and looked askance with a smile. There I sat with them the last time I saw them together for the first time, and feeling great and independent, did not bother me that my dad did not hear what I said because I was reading and my mom told me all it is. There I enjoyed my parents for the last time together and spoke to Chichi from Buenos Aires .

What would my Dad found out today if they closed the Turks? I would say, right? No kidding? Ah! Is that I was very neglected, being dropped and what will they do with that land? That is a ticket, that is a Jew, Levy I should know, when I find what I ask. Supposedly the square of the Cali, right? And what is that? What's that sees James. Here and drop everything.

They closed the Turks.