I was twenty-four, Alexis twenty. We were alone in the world.The house felt empty, dead, lifeless. Without the sparkle of Mom's personality or the big...er-than-life bluster of Dad's presence, the house seemed frail, dark, and lonely. Alexis moved mindlessly, searching through cupboards and the fridge for the makings of a dinner despite our lack of appetite, almost as if it was a duty of the living to cook and feed.I drank. Three scotches. Dad's fifteen year old Scotch. Memories haunted me. The. One of them is Patara beach near Fethiye. On the way to my family house in Antalya, I visit this beach almost every summer and make new gay friends from all over the world. Mature and bear type of gays are plenty but unfortunately not many younger guys hang around here. After a 20 minutes walk away from the public beach (where no nudism allowed), you can finally be free and take off all your clothes. Few summer ago, I met a friendly Dutch on my way to the beach and had a nice conversation on. I got into trouble, nonetheless. The question was the state of affairs of the Aboriginal Australian and its cause. I quoted Prime Minister Keating's 1992 speech, that "European settlers were responsible for the difficulties Australian Aboriginal communities continued to face: 'We committed the murders. We took the children from their mothers. We practiced discrimination and exclusion. It was our ignorance and our prejudice, ' he said." Do you believe that?" I was asked."Yes, ma'am, I do. And. I went on day 1 itself, which was a kind of reception before the main function the next day. I greeted Ayaz and Lubna on stage. I quietly followed my way out and sat in some corner.Most of the people there were not known to me. The resort’s area was quite big, and people were scattered here and there. I just strolled around the resort as it was a beautiful place. It was dinner time. I finished it fast and again was taking a stroll around.The place had both a built area and an open lawn. After.