Ali and his Camera
Автор книги Raymond Pizante
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Ali lives in Istanbul, a big city in Turkey. He lives in an old building near the famous Blue Mosque. After school, Ali comes home and sits at the window. He looks at the boats. They are going out to sea.
What are you doing? Ali's mother asks. I'm taking photos of those boats, Ali says. His mother looks at him and laughs. Photos?
How can you take photos? You haven't got a camera. I know that, mother. I'm taking photos in my head. I can see the photos here.
Ali
shows
a
place
near
his
eyes.
His
mother
laughs
again.
Stop
talking
and
go
to
your
father's
shop.
Shh,
she
tells
him.
Ali's
father
sells
vegetables
and
fruit.
Ali works in the shop after school. Don't move. Stand there near the door, Ali says suddenly. Why? His father asks.
I want to take your photos. Ali's father smiles. My photo? First get a camera. Then you can take my photo.
Buy me a camera, Ali says. Ali says. Ali's father stops smiling. I haven't got any money for cameras, he says slowly. Every afternoon Ali walks in the old city of Istanbul.
He looks at the houses near the water. Some houses are very old. He watches the men on the bridge. They are catching fish. He watches the boats.
He
watches
and
he
sees
photos
in
his
head.
How
can
I
get
a
camera?
He
thinks.
Suddenly
he
has
the
answer.
I'm
going
to
work
in
the
market.
There is an old market near Ali school. There are small shops in the market. People buy and sell food there. Ali goes there every afternoon after school. He works with a smile.
He carries bags for people. People like him. And they give him money. He puts it in his pocket. One day I'm going to have a lot of money, Ali says to his mother.
Then I can buy a camera. And then I'm going to take a photo of you in the kitchen. No, not in the kitchen. On the balcony. With your father, his mother says.
No, not on the balcony. In my shop, his father says. One afternoon, Ali is carrying a heavy bag for an old man. There's a man behind us, the old man says. The old man says do you know him?
Ali looks at the man behind them. He is big and strong. No, I don't know him. He doesn't work in the market. Watch my bag, the old man says.
Perhaps he's a thief. Allah thinks of the money in his pocket. Let's walk quickly, he tells the old man. I can't walk quickly. You're young.
But I'm not. Suddenly the big man takes the bag from Ali's hand and starts to run away. Ali runs after him. The man hits a lie. Ali falls down and his money falls out of his pocket.
And his money falls out of his pocket. The man puts down the bag. Then he takes Ali's money and runs away. Ali gives the bag to the old man. Thank you very much.
The
old
man
says
you're
a
very
good
young
man.
Ali
is
unhappy,
but
he
does
not
talk
about
the
money
that
evening.
He
does
not
tell
his
mother
and
father
about
it.