By the Bosphorus
Marianne, a 52 years old newly divorcée mathematician has always been obsessed with numbers analyzing each day with the uttermost precision. Since coming to Turkey, she has figured out that the whole ritual of coming and leaving Turkish cafe, takes her on average nine minutes. That includes entering the venue , making an eye contact with Maitre , being escorted to a table, asking the host to change the seat twice until she became fully satisfied with the view of Bosphorus river. She loved Turkey with all her heart but the only thing she couldn't stand was Cumulonimbus cloud of cigarettes traveling above her food. Oddly enough, after coffee and cats a smog was the next thing she missed about the city. Truth to be told, she wasn't coming to this cafe to eat. Ordinary day in Bebek, looks like a Fashion week in New York City. During her ten day visit in Istanbul, she was coming to the trendy cafe once or sometimes twice a day. The interior was how you describe these days "instagram friendly". It bored her to tears. Perhaps, that’s why her attention quickly shifted to an elegant woman who sat down across the room. Apparently , there are only five people in the world that resemble ourselves. Probability of running into one is like hitting a lottery jackpot. Marianne was unsure if she could put herself into the same category as a mystery woman. They both had a long hair, prominent cheek bones and when she stood up to take a coat off, she noticed that they must be the same height . Marianne was very tempted to approach her look-alike but she seemed to be deeply absorbed in a phone conversation. She saw her unwrapping a brand new black notebook , in order to jot down a note. Then she put 10 liras on the table and stormed off the cafe.