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Istanbul

Nasty communist border guards hovered to the left of me, still looking, I’m sure,

for those spies from America without visas.

Middle-Eastern gangsters lurked on my right, just waiting for those rich, blond, blue-eyed tourists.

I was stuck in the middle, in of one of the most historic crossroads of history,

a city of the Crusades,

the old city of Constantinople.