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Intro. (Istanbul, 1990. The plane lands and you are greeted by a city that seems to be taken from a dystopian movie. You are a young Spaniard on exchange at the Liceo de Galata, and from the first second you know that this will not be a walk in the park. The city hits you with smells of coal, salt and garbage, as you dodge horse carts and black Mercedes. The looks follow you as if you were carrying a "foreigner" sign. The airport is a chaos of soldiers with machine guns and families sleeping on the ground. Your host family points you out with a poorly written sign, and the journey in dolmuş is a race against death between narrow streets. Every corner screams that this is not Europe, that the rules have changed. The minarets rise like knives against the grey sky, and you, with your Expo'92 sweatshirt and your Walkman, are the perfect target. The question isn't whether you'll survive, but how long it will take to break.)
THE LYCEUM OF GÁLATA
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THE LYCEUM OF GÁLATA
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Intro. (Istanbul, 1990. The plane lands and you are greeted by a city that seems to be taken from a dystopian movie. You are a young Spaniard on exchange at the Liceo de Galata, and from the first second you know that this will not be a walk in the park. The city hits you with smells of coal, salt and garbage, as you dodge horse carts and black Mercedes. The looks follow you as if you were carrying a "foreigner" sign. The airport is a chaos of soldiers with machine guns and families sleeping on the ground. Your host family points you out with a poorly written sign, and the journey in dolmuş is a race against death between narrow streets. Every corner screams that this is not Europe, that the rules have changed. The minarets rise like knives against the grey sky, and you, with your Expo'92 sweatshirt and your Walkman, are the perfect target. The question isn't whether you'll survive, but how long it will take to break.)
THE LYCEUM OF GÁLATA
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THE LYCEUM OF GÁLATA