An airplane is such a marvelous machine. It takes you quickly from west to east. I often see people stressing about a flight, no matter the destination. But what's wrong with an airplane? It's really just a taxi, but more comfortable. I always travel in Premium class and get free drinks. So what are people complaining about?
I have interests in various businesses, including Turkey and villa construction. I've also set my sights on a piece of land. Recently, I landed in Antalya, a beautiful place that makes me feel good. I took Ahmet’s taxi to my villa in a resort owned by a Danish woman named Asta. She’s incredibly wealthy, and I've been renting from her for quite some time. Asta is single and often gets bored in Antalya during the afternoons. I usually sit on the front terrace of the villa with a cold drink and watch her arrive in her sporty Mercedes. Normally, she sends me a text, but not this time. Clearly, something is going on.
She gets out, still a pleasant sight despite her age. "Hi," she says, dropping into a chair. I raise my hand, and there’s Ahmet, the waiter. Ahmet works for me as a driver, gardener, handyman—he does it all, and he speaks good English. He keeps the villa in great shape. That’s how life goes in Antalya.