The plane landed and we three weary travelers gathered our belongings, moving from a turbulent 747 to a speedily swerving van, transporting us between the airport and our accommodations. It must have been two in the morning when we finally crawled into our shared room on the main floor of the Turkish hostel. I don't even remember changing clothes or falling asleep, just the weight of my body upon the thin mattress. When I was awakened at what must have been six in the morning, I was delirious with sleep deprivation. I looked to my two friends to see if they had heard. They were still, but awake, listening. I listened too. The music was coming out of a speaker system somewhere in the city, a melodious voice calling out in a foreign tongue, as the rising sun began to push away the darkness covering the city of Istanbul. I felt as though I had awakened into a dream.
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