When I was a child I would run around barefoot in the
streets of Izmir Turkey. I was fluent in
the language and culture, I was just a little more pale than the other street
urchins. I loved to go exploring and one
day we wandering into the Hisar Mosque.
I broke away from my little posse and went looking for adventure in this
gorgeous building. It was built in the
16th century and was very well kept.
I wandered among the rooms and eventually I was found by a kindly old
priest and was escorted out.
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