Le truc qui ne marche pas

Julien's birthday.

Small trip to the forest and a drunk Serhan are the key highlights needed to summarize the lovely evening.

Tiens, en parlant du loup, voici Julien (Julie, Juju, tout ce que vous voulez)
A striking pose by my lovely wife.
Pretty blond girl ain't she?
Oohoo artsy.
A little less artsy but I love her nevertheless.

she's the mother/father of my child: Leleyd Uppsala.

Mogol dogacak o cocuk, cigara, icki, nargile, vah garibanim.

That's what they teach us at the French school, burning math exam with a flashlight. There goes 3000euros to waste.
Gosh I just love the photo. Ceren's leopard print vest, Sila' expression, Julien's surprise (which seemed weird since he brought the cake but you know), Sarah's wicked witch of the west look and of course a drunkard's hands up in the air noticeable in the background.
Oh vivent les pedes.

Vivent nos pedes.
I have no idea why Selim took his shirt off.

Really no idea whatsoever.

But impossible not to enjoy this photo.
So much enthusiasm, for such a simple black forest cake.

How little things can be amusing.

"Viens! Dolmus! Viens"

"-Serhan t'es ivre?
-Tout est controle, tout est controle!"