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    EYE CONTACT

    It seems her tears were pouring into her heart drop by drop.

    At the same time as she was making coffee for me, she was

    searching for proofs, key words and ways to tell me her immeasurable

    sensitivity and if the language of words could not express all, she

    resorted to mimicry and arm and hand gestures. She was devastated;

    she was shot right there! She was thumping the left side of her chest

    with her right hand. She was hurt so much she thought she would drop

    dead right there. But, thank heavens, she is alive and well and looks

    better and livelier than she did when I knew her ten years ago. The

    cup of coffee is placed in front of me; then with a flurry of activity,

    hot sandwiches are offered. As she continues to describe her

    heartbreak with sign language she leaves a perfectly sliced chocolate

    cake on the table. All this display of hospitality shows that she wants

    me to believe her. I cant say it is because she had missed me so much

    because ten years ago we were only acquaintances. In a foreign

    country and in a foreign business office we used to run into each other

    as we went from one room to the other. We exchanged obligatory

    greetings as the only members of a two-person ghetto; we pretended

    close interest in each other although there was no real basis for it.

    Ah, is that you? How are you today? You don't know how

    happy I am to see you again. Oh, are you ill, your face looks a little

    pale to me? My goodness, would you tell me what these people call

    currants?

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    Our office was a place connected with international culinary

    arts. More precisely it was the publishing and public relations center

    of these arts; my knowledge of them was nil, but I worked there

    because these publications required illustrations with photos and

    graphics.

    Anyway, my meeting this acquaintance years later in the lobby

    of a five star hotel is absolutely the most crucial point of our story. It

    seems she is in charge of the menus of this hotel full of international

    tourists; she also organizes weekly events featuring the cuisine of dif-

    ferent countries, festivals and so on. Such is life: hearts are bleeding,

    faces are ashen, but the search for delectable food to please the palates

    goes on; the palate desires that this search should continue forever.

    Otherwise, after saying "my tears were pouring into my heart drop by

    drop, why are all these varieties of cookies, cakes, hot dishes, cold

    dishes, cheese, meat, walnut, and hazelnut filled, soft things, crisp

    things, lemon, orange, strawberry, pineapple, cinnamon and mastic

    flavored things offered just for dropping in for a cup of coffee? When

    I met her at the lobby of the hotel she said, "Ah! It is so wonderful to

    be able to talk again, just like we used to do in our ghetto. Now that

    we are in our own country, I won't let you go. My house is just around

    the corner, I was leaving anyway, you must come to my place for a

    cup of coffee." She wouldnt hear a thing. She had tried new tastes

    from the cuisine of a far, faraway country and insisted that I, too, try

    them.

    And, her heart was broken, she had to tell somebody about it.

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    If she didn't share her bewilderment with someone she could burst

    into pieces. She was already shattered when she brought the coffee in

    a hurry. But her eventual gushing out, her effort to prove the depth of

    her misery, and her use of gestures to indicate the intensity of her

    inner voice took place after this first step. The problem, creating such

    a turmoil, that was revealed in the first step was caused by two words

    put side by side: eye contact.

    Our taste expert was so hurt, so distraught because her delicious

    new cookie could not be tasted because of this "eye contact" thing

    She said, "I always found the proper time to ask my customers what

    they thought of this dessert or have they like this soup as a requisite of

    my profession. But I wish I had never asked that woman! I saw the

    two of them as they were paying their bill at the cashier's. As the man

    was waiting for the transaction to be completed, encouraged by the

    womans lady-like and serene appearance, I approached and asked her

    what she thought about the cookie served at breakfast that morning

    and if she liked it. She looked at me with a faint smile, and answered,

    'I had made eye contact with a strange man and could not taste the

    cookies; it was not possible... ' Have you ever met a woman like this?

    I am revolted! How can one make eye contact with a strange man and

    keep staring at him, to the point of neglecting my cookies? Just think

    about it! Yet, I had the wrong impression that this woman was some-

    one with a discriminating palate. I wish I had never asked. How would

    I know she was man-crazy? Furthermore, there was a gentleman with

    her who obviously put her on a pedestal.

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    Meanwhile the taste expert was putting in front of me some

    cinnamon cookies, after that almond pastry, followed by a cake

    flavored with some kind of liqueur. The taste expert keeps asking me:

    "How do you like this one? Isn't it baked just right? I used my own

    home-made liqueur made with the rind of tangerine just picked from

    the tree. Do you like it?" I am forced to provide all the answers to her

    questions, as she goes on and on... "That morning I had used juniper

    berry essence for the cookies I introduced -- a delightful taste and

    aroma! But the woman stands there, looks out of the window and

    makes eye contact with a man, just imagine that! And I, all these

    years, had considered women honest and sensitive creatures. Well,

    what more can I say?

    Wait, wait! Why are you getting up, is it because that woman

    answered me like that. I haven't even started telling you about the

    gentleman who was with her. It was like that when we were abroad, I

    was never lucky with men. Of course I did not make eye contact with

    that gentleman. We did not stare at each other. But, how is it possible

    that that woman in her elegant room on the top floor of a luxury hotel,

    with her man at her side, sitting by the window at a sumptuous

    breakfast table could make eye contact with a strange man? Where do

    these strange men spring from, like pleasures and nice diversions of

    the breakfast table, and moreover they materialize in front of the

    window almost waving hands? Do they appear on special order? Just

    try to fathom.

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    My stomach is upset, I have to get back home. I cannot

    visualize a face or a type for the woman who made eye contact with

    the man behind the window, and I don't have the desire to adjust my

    lenses to the taste expert just because I happened to have this

    opportunity. I have to go. Ok, then, who was the well-mannered

    gentleman who was with the woman? How about the other one? What

    was he doing there by the window? Were there flowers and a

    champagne bucket beside the special cookies on that sumptuous

    breakfast table? What was the woman wearing? If it was a robe was it

    made of silk or velvet? Was the weather fine, rainy, or stormy? What

    was the outcome of the eye contact? If I had not bumped into the

    taste expert in the lobby of a hotel would all these questions come up?

    And if I hadnt visited her for coffee, would these become so

    entangled? Also, how to explain my impression of the man as a

    brooding person and of the woman beside him as having an enigmatic

    smile?

    So many questions can surely lead to a discovery.

    I dashed out. I wanted to get back home by the ferry. I thought I

    would have soothing dreams; but I walked at a quick pace up to the

    five-star hotel I had left a while ago. I lifted my head and viewed the

    faade and sides of the skyscraper. I was also thinking about the

    situations, places, objects and even the cookies" with their vibrations,

    aromas and tastes that created these questions; if I could photograph

    them one by one and then arrange them, then scramble and rearrange

    them until I shouted "Eureka," then the encounter in the lobby

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    would have been worthwhile. And just at that moment what do I see?

    A scaffold on the side of the hotel that goes up and down from the top

    floor to the middle and lower floors. On the platform stood a robust

    man with a bucket and a brush. The scaffold stopped at each floor in

    front of each window for a while and the man cleaned one window,

    then moved and cleaned the next window. If the curtains were open he

    could see inside the rooms. It is afternoon now; the man must have

    started his work in the morning. It is still very cold outside, especially

    when he gets near the upper stories the cold wind becomes more

    debilitating, but the young man must have cleaned the upper story

    windows this morning. Go on, go on, don't stop, do the next one.

    Here, here! Now one can see clearly the scaffold with the man

    standing on its platform sliding towards the large windows in front of

    the building after quickly finishing the work on the upper floors on the

    side of the building. There are three picture windows next to each

    other. The cold wind is penetrating the window cleaners flimsy

    windbreaker and making it blow up like a balloon. I hope he wont be

    blown away. It is obvious that the poor man is freezing. The strong

    wind sprays the water from his brush to his face and hands. He

    hurriedly cleans the two large windows with the wide view of the city.

    The scaffold does not linger there. Then the scaffold continues on to

    the third window and is stuck there. The brush, the rag, the spray are

    all there. The skyscraper considered the scaffolds platform its own

    property, but so does the window cleaner. He is planted there. Then

    the window whose curtains are wide open, with the beautiful view,

    must have been this window. Right by the window, surely, is that big,

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    round breakfast table with fresh flowers, the taste experts delicious

    cookies hot rolls of all kinds. Was there a champagne bottle? Well,

    that is unknown, but at the table there is a simple and modest woman

    looking about thirty-five years old whose demeanor seems to be

    enhanced by these qualities and a fortyish man who is smiling at her

    as they sit facing each other that is for sure. Does the man look as

    though he just came out of the shower? Perhaps his hair is still wet,

    and he has casually thrown a simple pajama jacket on his shoulders. Is

    the woman wearing a lustrous satin robe that uncovers her bosom?

    Oh, no! she must be wearing a bright blue sweat-suit. They are sitting

    comfortably in the armchairs by the table. There are many newspapers

    and magazines on the stool by the table. They thumb through them,

    they exchange a few words, then they go back to their breakfast. They

    drink a delicious, perfectly brewed tea that is steaming in their cups. Is

    it possible that this too is one of the marvels of the taste expert? Why

    not? Everything is possible in life. Ah, look, look, the scaffold is still

    lingering in front of the window. The wind must be getting chillier

    because the window cleaners breath is steaming up the glass of the

    window; the warmth, comfort and abundance on the other side must

    have looked more overwhelming and bigger in his eyes. The moment

    the woman at the table turns her head and makes eye contact with the

    window cleaner is also the moment when she offers the man a plate

    full of hot, flagrant rolls; her hand remains suspended in the air.

    They say that a good lens does not only record the forms, the

    light, the shadows and the colors but it also records the sounds and

    even the words. As if caught red-handed with the plate of rolls

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    suspended in the air, the woman puts the plate down quietly and tells

    the kindly man who was looking at her lovingly and tenderly: "Oh,

    dear brother, I made eye contact with the workman who is working up

    here in this weather. I didnt know what to do!" She must have said

    something like that. The window cleaner, too, must have been trying

    to block out the effect of eye contact and with a jealousy aroused in

    him makes the scaffold descend in a helter-skelter manner. Yes, we

    can see it, he is lowering the scaffold.

    Well, now it is clear that the man and the woman are neither

    husband and wife, nor the protagonists of a secret tryst. They are

    brother and sister. A brother around forty and a sister around thirty-

    five. By no means can they be considered well-to-do. To stay

    overnight in a five-star hotel and to sit at a fabulous breakfast table

    (they had not expected such luxury) is simply a way of defending life.

    First of all these two siblings have no one but each other. There are

    many people who love them, but they cant do anything about the

    months-long imprisonment of the brother. Perhaps the best thing to do

    was what the sister had come up with

    The sister worked and lived in a city other than the city where

    her brother was imprisoned. In one of her visits to the prison she

    found out that after many months of incarceration her brother would

    be allowed to go out one night provided that he returned to the prison

    at the same hour the next evening. In one of her previous visits the

    sister had asked him, "My dear brother, what have you been missing

    most, what would you most like to have? What can I do for you?

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    Please, ask me to do something for you." As she kept insisting like

    that wouldnt her brother say something like this: "I would like to

    have a leisurely breakfast with you at a nicely set table as we used to

    do when we were children." Well, then what was the crime of this

    intelligent and serious gentleman that resulted in his imprisonment for

    many months? Apparently his crime was to think and to express his

    thoughts both by talking and by writing. His most recurring subject

    was known as his advocacy of special protection for people, groups

    and organizations that defended and saved human lives in an

    atmosphere of peace and friendship instead of supporting the

    individuals, groups and organizations that owed their existence to

    warlike activities and weapons of destruction.

    The sister dashed to the five-star hotel before the twenty-four

    hour leave of her brother and, with the money she had saved from her

    modest income, reserved a room with a beautiful view on the top

    floor, with breakfast included. When they entered the room her

    brother was so astonished and said "My dear, what is all this? What

    did you do? She smiled and answered, "Go ahead, have a good bath,

    sleep well, you'll find out in the morning, my dear brother. You were

    unjustly deprived of your rights." It can be guessed that it was

    something like that... And when they sat together in the morning at

    that clean and orderly breakfast table, as they used to when they were

    children, they never expected that the sister would make eye contact

    with the window cleaner who envied this way of defending life which

    was going to end just a few hours later.

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    As the window cleaner was moving his scaffold angrily to the

    lower floors against the wind, against the chilly air he kept shouting,

    "Oh, look at what lives they have! They are enjoying themselves on

    top of so much food and drink, how comfortable! When I made eye

    contact with that woman I should have broken that glass, I should

    have hit that table with this brush. I should have messed up everything

    they had!..." At that same moment the brother was hugging his sister

    who wanted so much to offer him these good things, saying, "Thank

    you so much, but we owe a breakfast to the window cleaner."

    by Adalet Aaolu

    Bad Nauheim Klinik,

    August 1997

    Translated by

    Nilfer Mizanolu Reddy