It is unconscionably foggy today in Gaziantep. The gym I go to is on the seventh story of its building and visibility there was 0. It wasn’t that much better on the ground.
I went to the best coffee shop in town to buy some beans.
“Business is good,” one of the guys said. They’ve been open in Gaziantep for three years.
“We have seven shops in Aleppo,” he added, “all closed now.”