Locked! Only a fool can ignore the protests in Istanbul

This is a strange blog about my mother and me... Today my mother has locked me up in the balcony!!!
She didn t do it on purpose, she was afraid probably because of the noise I have made... And I was doing noise because I am living in a country where normal protest has been forbidden brutally... I am living with an Alzheimer patient... But how did a hidden protest in a Middle East country looks from the point of a Alzheimer patient?
Every house was turning off and on the lights and many people had  a pot and a spoon in their hands clapping to protest the government in the country.
I had brought the dinner for my mother, which she ignores in most of the cases...Then I have heard the noises I have been waiting for, actually I would prefer to protest in my own flat but I was in the flat of the mother and I didn t want to miss a second...
On the other hand I was trying to ignore the protests in Turkey, because I think they are a little bit late... But people must be angry, very angry... They were really very, very patient and then there comes the explosion! The tension was high, but it seemed to me they will leave in a constant state of cold war...where the committers was getting more and more impertinent... And then there comes the explosion! The tension was so high that a little spark could set a forest in fire... But still I have thought the spark won t come...
I was also sad yesterday, seeing that my mother would not understand what is happening...but it irritates her, as she doesn t understand what it is happening... She must have been thought that I must be mad to make something like this... She must have been thought she has got crazy...:-)) I had a big lid of a pan and a tea strainer... I was quite successful to make a great noise! I didn t notice that my mother has locked me up in the balcony. I turned around and see the door without a grip and the curtain drawn totally... The cat was the only one who has understood the situation but she couldn t help...

Christo&Jean Claude and my mother

Has my mother anything to do with Christo? Now they say Christo and Jean Claude, but I can remember that they have just said Christo. Anyway. The point is that also my mother wraps.. They like to wrap, they like to package things...
I have never liked it. To me it' s a sign of anal libido. It is like to say: I posses it!
I bring it under control. I give to object the
lines, the borders I have made."
It s archaic, they don t do it by reflection,not at all, it s a passion.

She can still do it!

As i have turned the key, I was asking myself, what I shall see inside. My mother was not there, she was sleeping. Then I have seen on the table the spoons and the forks sorted. I was so happy. I had let them the night before there on purpose in a chaos. I was happy, that she can still do this.