TI say we are not together. I say that we are not together, but I see him everywhere. He spent a summer here, summers and summers ago, and I booked my ticket to get closer to him and I booked my ticket to get away from him. He said they love Iranians in Turkey. They’ll be good to you. You could pass for a Turkish girl, one of them, he said. Avoid Beirut. Forget Cairo.
Aria Curtis has a new story over at The Offing about girls, Istanbul, and life.