Foreign lands, safe hands

The Christian Science Monitor

The driver stopped the car under the pale yellow light of a streetlamp. "Here you are," she said. "Istanbul is that way. You can take a taxi." Unsaid but felt was the thought "You'd be safer in a taxi, if you can find one."

It was 3 a.m., and the deserted streets just outside Istanbul looked anything but safe at that moment. A friend and I had been traveling with someone for almost two days, leaving the friendly and known for the unknown and alien.

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