That's all back in my room, two floors below. Here, though, up on my rooftop, it's just me, slumped in a beach chair, with a piece of bread and a bottle of ayran.
And this.
Chillstantinople
Stockmarkets are plummeting, the dollar is gaining ground on the euro, the euro is gaining ground on the pound, the most disastrous American presidency in recent memory is coming to a close, the Turkish army is growing testy... The news waits for me downstairs, back in my apartment. It's in the morning FT, which I probably dropped on my bed after breakfast. It's on my Google Reader. It's in an article on Turkish foreign policy, which I printed a few days ago, and can no longer find.
That's all back in my room, two floors below. Here, though, up on my rooftop, it's just me, slumped in a beach chair, with a piece of bread and a bottle of ayran.
And this.
That's all back in my room, two floors below. Here, though, up on my rooftop, it's just me, slumped in a beach chair, with a piece of bread and a bottle of ayran.
And this.
