Red Notebook

Entry One

Hi there Red Notebook! Your colour reminds me of life and exotic places I have never been. Emotions of passion and love. You smell like spices from Inuk's spice stall in the Bazaar. Can I write my life in you?

My name is Cassaeus, Cassaeus Nightingale as the people of Istanbul call me and I am eighteen years old. I live in the Turkish city of Istanbul. I have no family and I am forced to live in the streets, therefore called a street mouse because Istanbul is full of places to hide and the people that live in these holes are called street rats or mice by the rich and powerful.

Back to my life, I have blue eyes, which are uncommon in this land, jet-black hair that curls towards the ends and pale, tanned skin. I love to sing; hence, that is where I got the name Nightingale from because apparently I sing so beautifully and sweetly. Sometimes I am forced to steal food because I have no money, but most of the time I do have money. The way I get this money is by singing, singing to the public in the Bazaar. Most of the time I earn lots money because so many people watch me and give me money. When I sing, I tell stories, the stories my mother told me when I was young and other stories I have heard over the years. Also, I can speak Greek thanks to my friend Inuk, as well as Turkish. I can read and write which in most cases other people cannot and one-day I hope to fall in love.

Now at eighteen years old and twelve years of experience on the streets I spend most of my time singing in the Bazaar for money in order to survive without resorting to stealing. People tell me that I'm just like my mother, blue eyes, black hair, and a beautiful singing voice, according to most people I meet I am well known throughout Istanbul, people just stand there listening to me sing all day, even though I do earn quite a bit. A quarter goes to my musician and friend Gaspo, half to my personal funds to buy a house and the rest is used for my domestic needs.


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