I am jealous

I am jealous.

I have just finished a nine and a half day training session here in Istanbul, Turkey, from 9am in the morning to 6pm in the evening. As usual, by the time I have finished the days training, I am tired, and just want to put my feet up in my hotel room, review the training I have given during the day, and prepare for the next day, as to what I need to include, how I can help individual participants, and then go and get something to eat.
 
The region I stay in is the major tourist area of Istanbul near Taxim Square, and it appears I am the only long stay guest. Perhaps because of the amount of time I am here, I should look for an apartment for myself, does anyone know of somewhere?

One of the best times of the day for me is breakfast. It is when my mind is fresh from a nights sleep, I have got rid of any of the bad thoughts and ideas in my dreams, I have had my subconscious mind working on the problems of life during my sleep, I can see things more clearly and it is a time for reflection.

Sitting in the Seminal Hotel, eating my small breakfast, I watch the other guests enter the breakfast room, families, groups, rarely single guests, take their table and help themselves to copious amounts of food.

How can they eat so much and some of the them so thin? I am jealous.

I watch as they talk to each other, laughing, smiling, talking, conversing. I am jealous.

I hear the many languages spoken, Arabic, French, German, Greek and Turkish. Why can’t I talk their tongue as my translator can? I am jealous.

I wonder what they will be doing today, Sightseeing? I am jealous.

In the evening, I walk up to Taxim Square and down to Tunel along the car free street of shops, and see friends walking and talking, lovers holding hands, tourists taking photographs. I am jealous.

Looking into restaurants and eating houses, with hunger eating at my stomach, watching diners chatting away. I am jealous.

I get back to my room alone, and hear people in the next room talking. I am jealous.

Then I hear a argument start in a language I cannot understand, shouting and banging of doors.

Now I understand why I should not be jealous, I am safe in my little room, no arguments, and I can telephone friends and family who I know will want to talk to me.