and you and i

the air now is moist. you can smell the earth just by breathing slowly. this damp after-rain atmosphere feels comfortably relaxing. it fills my mind with images from ganeca road, that in my hometown. through ganeca road, on fridays, i used to walk carrying old books i borrowed from a library whose collections were inherited from the already closed british council. if i walked after the rain was gone, i took a longer path to enjoy the scenery of two football fields, green with grasses, and with horses and carts, and fellow bypassers on their way around the campus located nearby.

that's how i planned the activity for my weekends. literary works mostly by british and irish authors piled up in my room for a week or two. if i was lucky i finished reading them. but if not, there was no imperative at all, nor even any form of deadline to do so.

the air now is moist. and it is friday already. i am not in my hometown. but it doesn't matter that much. as long as i have old books yellow by age to digest and some bunch of friends to play futsal with. and especially as long as cikini street is waiting for me. of course with your presence and a cup of hot chocolate this will be so perfect.

futsal nights

every friday night, when the sky is not crying, my friends and i gather on a medium-sized futsal field located in my office complex, and play the five-on-five game. sometimes until the middle of the night. we are frenzied about it. it's true that injuries and muscular pains are unavoidable. but the laughters, the rejoice, and the friendship it creates pay us back with a greater meaning.

i dont quite remember how it started. but i am among the few who is often taking the position as the goal keeper. at least for one term. or until someone is too tired to keep on running but too exited about the game to stop playing. so in that time, vahd becomes the cat of the field. jumping and running, kicking - although not as hard as aldi the commander, and eventually scoring!

the next five to ten seconds after scoring a goal are always the best moments of the evening. we shout. and the boys who are in the same team claps their hands while watching the scorer walking in his distinct way of feeling victorious. so cool.

tonight we will come again. i hope this game will continue to be on my calendar's list for the friday nights to come... or any last working day's night of the week...

if you wish to join, bring your shoes, short and towel.