I am back - not sure how I feel about it, my apartment is a mess and I am not sure I can deal with all the chores by myself. And this time I will try not to be critical (but I can't help it being a student of Bulent Aksoy). I don't even mind the deadly heat wave, tand on the good side, I can say I even missed the order here - order as in normal traffic, lack of chaos and absurdity. I realized being critical is a constant in the lives of people like me, most of my friends do it, and life is too short to try to crticize everything we believe is wrong with this world. So, I dedicate this post to all those light hearted blissful folks who live like squirrels (famous Turkish poet Orhan Veli's recipe of a happy life). I guess if I were a squirrel I would criticize all the same, the tree for not beeing tall enough, the nuts for not being soft enough, my fur for not being furry enough etc. Let's just live. Excuse me for a moment, I am going out to drown my consciousness in the river, and pick a tree to live on, will be back in a sec. The girl who doesn't want to burn anymore.