ISTANBUL — I had a conversation over here a few days ago with a friend of mine who also writes for his college paper. His column, whose name is a clever derivative of Sex in The City, talks about his life in Istanbul and focuses primarily on his addictions and their different roles here than in the States. Case in point? He lives right next door to a mosque and will get into tussles with them over his consistent alcohol consumption in view of the worshipers. Alcohol is forbidden by Islam so you could imagine that the fights get a bit messy especially during the holy Islamic month of Ramadan.
I laughed a bit when talking to him about this and thought it took serious guts to write about these things in front of an audience of peers (and maybe even family). I thought to myself that there was no way I’d ever do anything like that. But, being that I came into this experience saying that I’d step out of my comfort zone as much as possible, today I will share with you one of my own addictions and how, in Istanbul, it’s just that much crazier.
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