Room for rent
Sign posted in an Istanbul apartment building window, somewhere down Çakmakcilar Yokusu. (Illiterate, Turkish bad-girls need not apply.)
Trains of thought
Amidst the liquor store receipts and once-inspirational fortune cookie fortunes bloating my wallet, I still carry, brittle and crumpled, the note this woman gave me, detailing her address and cell phone number. Even after discussing the matter all morning (there isn’t much to do on Turkish trains), she couldn’t understand why I’d rather press on [...]