Today, I woke up groggily around 10:00am. There was a knock at the door.
There was a man in plain clothes. He asked if there were any Syrians in the apartment. He asked me where I was from and I told him.
He can’t speak English, so he goes to leave. I asked him his name, in Turkish, “Adın ne?”
He doesn’t tell me, but instead flashes an ID –“I’m polis.” And leaves. Already strange days in Gaziantep.