Last night, I dreamt I was in Constantinople. From the slender spires surrounding me, the soulful strains of Allah's praise spilled out across the city. They bounced off the marble edifices of pashas' palaces, reverberated down labyrinthine lanes bustling with the most robust rug and spice markets in the world, rolled over the cool gardens of the
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By the way if you haven't yet figured out who is writing this terribly boring lecture I will have to add another entry to the list of things I hate about you. :) Your life is far from meaningless.
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I enjoyed spluttering indignantly along with you, but a few months ago - having no known vested interest in Turkey (you being the vested interest) - I had no idea that Turkey had anything to do with all that Byzantine/Ottoman stuff.
For that matter, I wasn't aware that Guadeloupe was a French colony, either, until you landed there...
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