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A knock at the door

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.

 

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