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I do wonder, if it is possible to write a story of mine in English. As of being able to write many letters, e-mails everyday, then why not?

May be the story would  start as…

In a cloudy morning, she waked up with a glory feeling inside.

I do know that my English is not very excellent, I have many reasons for that. First of all, the beginning of my English training was somewhat traumatic. I was eleven than, my mother was a very ambitious woman that as I started to study in the English class she began to insist that I should have been the best. It was a dream of course. There was somebody else who was the best, but that girl was not me. Each day everything went worser, against my expectations my grades didn’t seem to be better at the end of the semester. My first report regarding to my situation, as you have understood, was an awful one.

Afterwards, I studied very hard, I never studied harder at the medical school. At the end of the year I was at the mids of the classroom.

I have some memories that I had at that class, they are the sweetiest ones of my life. The ones that emerge at once are “Let’s go to the karakol” and “Don’t you want to eat a portugal?” I’m aware that these do not mean anything else to most of you but there can be ones of whom I can see a slight smiling appearing between their lips. May be this post is dedicated to them.

If we turn back to my protagonist, the woman who waked up with a glory feeling inside…

She should be appreciated for the incidental meeting with an old  friend of her. She knows that it was not an ordinary organisation of faith. At the end of an disappointing dinner, eaten with some people who do not care what they do eat, it was somethingelse miracle to meet him while smirting at the outside of the restaurant.

 Here the writer should decide about the closeness between the friendship of her and him. I decided that, they had known each other but do not be able to remember the names.

I think that’s enough for today. May be I will write about her later…

It is something like that…

P.S. Şimdi bu nereden çıktı diye sormayın. Bilmiyorum. Belki bir çeşit deneme 1..2.. se..sesssee…