istanbul

the city where on the way from the airport to taksim square you make friends with people
the city where cultural shock sets in slowly
the city that never sleeps(nor do you sitting up till 2 at the hostel playing music with a group of persian/german pple, or listening to the lovesongs of F. from Uruguay...)
the city where crossing over boundaries is as normal as the absence of normal/sized supermarkets
the city where you bump into the perfect pple and measure your imperfectness
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lets close this brief note with a satisfied smile.

istanbul is great, tomorrow im off to Cappadocia (i must) and will have about 10pple awaiting me in the city as i return ... to the place where cultures, continents, and pple meet.