…The salt water was flowing around a girl from escorts in Bursa, and it went into her mouth and nose. She heard the screams of the supporters behind her back – they were screaming, hooting, and shouting to encourage both girls to be faster and agiler. There were two of them now and both were swimming for their goal – the little tiny islet made of sand that only 0.5 or 1 meters protruded from the water surface.

I came to that party when it was at its peak. The big company of young men rented the house on the cliff of the city and I, escort Bursa maiden, heard the loud music and laughter from a taxicab, approaching the place.

The house was abundantly decorated with Xmas theme: reindeers of Santa were shining on the lawn nearby two elves and gnomes. The Xmas tree was decorated with a kilometer of bright garland, as it seemed to me, the same as the façade of the house. Even some chatting people on the street that were smoking outdoors were wrapped in the garland. Somehow, I found it amusing.