This foot is neither disturbed nor trying to kick anything. It has been laying there a long night, shaking -the last wagon shakes too much- on a small bed, with clean sheets which an old fat guy prepares with army style. The night was long, woke up too many times, moved a lot to comfort. But it is ok, the foot it is neither disturbed nor kicking anything; it has just waken up in a bed, in motion, in the train, on the way to Ankara. Few minutes left to see grandma.
