"Yea. This city doesn't really stop for anyone. You gotta look out."
"Well, shit. Now that we're alive, now that we've got some adrenaline pumping, where exactly are we going?" Matt asked.
"Relax. You're not working today. Just take it in." Chris took a sharp left and began descending down a steep, narrow street. As he moved passed a soup restaurant and an English bookstore just opening, he felt himself pull away from the newcomers, he turned around. They were staring at a monumental green arched gateway, guarding a lush garden with gold arabic script and a pair of swords. Still at the top of the street.
"That is some impressive embassy there..." Matt trailed off.
"Holy shit, no joke." Tay said. "Saudi Arabia?"
"No, guys." Chris shouted. "That's a god-damn high school! Let's go. I got shit to do before work."
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The sign on the tall barbed-wire fence as the trio walked through the gates, toward a long and thin building read Mimar Sinan Universitesi. Many buildings in the city are aging well. With dignity. Not this one. It looked too old to be modern and too new to be worth the repairs it needed. With ten strides they were through the front door and out the back. Chris sat down at a metal bench and picnic table. Matt and Tay collapsed on an adjacent bench, gasping for air, unused to the pedestrian nature of Istanbul.
As the couple caught their breath, they began to sweat even more as the late summer heat began to bore down on them. It wasn't yet 11 am, but the humidity was in full force. Their heartrates were finally dropping and their awareness of a world outside their own tired breathing was rising. Slowly, the hordes of students walking along the cement pathway came into focus. Some younger kids jockeyed golden red Turkish tea and sugar cubes to gatherings at other tables. What lay only meters beyond the crowded mall
"Well, shit. Now that we're alive, now that we've got some adrenaline pumping, where exactly are we going?" Matt asked.
"Relax. You're not working today. Just take it in." Chris took a sharp left and began descending down a steep, narrow street. As he moved passed a soup restaurant and an English bookstore just opening, he felt himself pull away from the newcomers, he turned around. They were staring at a monumental green arched gateway, guarding a lush garden with gold arabic script and a pair of swords. Still at the top of the street.
"That is some impressive embassy there..." Matt trailed off.
"Holy shit, no joke." Tay said. "Saudi Arabia?"
"No, guys." Chris shouted. "That's a god-damn high school! Let's go. I got shit to do before work."
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The sign on the tall barbed-wire fence as the trio walked through the gates, toward a long and thin building read Mimar Sinan Universitesi. Many buildings in the city are aging well. With dignity. Not this one. It looked too old to be modern and too new to be worth the repairs it needed. With ten strides they were through the front door and out the back. Chris sat down at a metal bench and picnic table. Matt and Tay collapsed on an adjacent bench, gasping for air, unused to the pedestrian nature of Istanbul.
As the couple caught their breath, they began to sweat even more as the late summer heat began to bore down on them. It wasn't yet 11 am, but the humidity was in full force. Their heartrates were finally dropping and their awareness of a world outside their own tired breathing was rising. Slowly, the hordes of students walking along the cement pathway came into focus. Some younger kids jockeyed golden red Turkish tea and sugar cubes to gatherings at other tables. What lay only meters beyond the crowded mall
