in 10 miles from Highway

"Where is my fucking coffee?!"-was my main thought during the last hour.I have been looking for waiter's running and incinerated him at list several times.
Istanbul.Near East for average class.Beautiful small cafe at the seafront,wrought-iron furniture,gold plated hookah,and ...
"What the blazes!Where is my coffee?"
On the nearest table is sitting dark-skinned old man,sipping a hookah.He is smiling slightly,biting the tube.
"Why he is smiling like this?It seems like he smokes hashish in his hookah,-reasoned me-Where is my fucking coffee?"
It have already passed half of the hour even if to remember about seaside slowness.But old man was continuing to smile and show me his yellow teeth.It seemed like he found my nervosity funny and started to smile wider.
-Why are you smiling,man?-he told me by russian.
-Russo?Touristo?-asked man with pleasure on his face.
-Yes.-said me and nod in the way if this man know only several words in russian like tourists,euro,money,vodka.
In that time my companion laughing pulled his chair to my table and sat down without any invitation.
The only thing that I thought at that time was only what he wants to sell me:antiques or skin,both of them are from China.Turkish,what else to say...They are always and everywhere traders.
This man said:
- I can find you,urusov,by your eyes-they are always in hurry.You are running to west,try to catch from your life everything that possible,take all air and fly don"t seeing the road.If have you time to take pleasure from destiny present its not so important for you.Everything will be in your future...
This is a new world.
"The new world?!"-said turkysh gue.-"All the time in hurry?What happend with you,young people?Instead of coffee-energy drinks,instead of letters-sms,instead of love-relations?"
"We even vodka drink with absent to become drunk quicklier"-laughed me
"You should stop even on second and try the moment"-said the turkish gue and went out from the cafe.
Water brought my order.Awful coffee.