We Remember.

We’re in the long, narrow concrete backyard “garden” of a large building smack dab in the middle of Taksim, the modern heart of Istanbul. The building is surrounded by both tourists and locals out for a day of shopping on the famous Istiklal Street. They’ve not been stopped by COVID, nor by the record-breaking heat…

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We Are Not Consumed.

This morning I was sitting on the balcony with my daughter and my coffee. The sun was on my right side and a gentle breeze was blowing. Not many Turks get up as early as our daughter, so it was pretty quiet — enough to hear the birds chirping loudly from the tree about five…

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