The Day of PuCCa

There was only a week to meet my favourite writer. She declined her book-signing via Twitter and just as I had seen it, I decided to attend whatever happens. Immediately, I called Hande one of the best friend of mine from high school and persuaded her to come with me. Althought Hande read her boks, she was not as willing as me. Nevertheless, she could not put up with my pressure and had to accept my suggestion.

The book-signing was at D&R on Istiklal Street on Saturday. Actually, I should have come back to home on Friday but for her book-signing, I postponed it. And definitelly, I am not regretful now. Let’s see what happened.

I woke up at 10. I should have gone early not the wait too much on the queue. I cought the bus but the weather was awful and it impeded to walk. The sky was brown and dark. Nevertheless, I was so excited. I was thinking what would I say when I saw PuCCa while I was on the bus. I could guess she would be excited also because it was her second book-signing and the first one was cancelled because of the congestion. Anyway, I arrived Taksim and we had our breakfast with Hande. Then, we went to the book store and waited the for one and half hour. While we were waiting, we dipped into boks and the time was coming. People started to gather and PuCCa’s friends took their places. It made me more excited, there were only few minutes to meet her. The fans were girls mostly and they were also impassioned. Everybody was asking each other “what would you say when you met her?” And the time came. PuCCa appeared. She came from back-door so there would be no congestion this time.

I started to observe her behaviours. Undoubtedly, she was the most excited person in there. I could see her tension on her face. I nearly know her as much as a friend due to the fact that she tells her life story honestly in her two books. Therefore, it was not difficult for me to understand what she thinks.

Finally, it was our turn. I gave her a letter which is about my admiration and opinion about her and she promised me to read it. She also signed our books,  wrote some notes and most importantly, we had our photo taken. Like all significant photos, I appeared bad in this photo but it was not so vital fort his time. She gave a cup for each fan which is kindness of her. Lastly, we blew kisses for each other and left the book store.

Well, it is one of the advantage of living in Istanbul to see your favourite writer or singer and I used it till the last. It was an unforgettable day in my life and I am sure that PuCCa read my letter because PuCCa never lies to me!