Yesterday me and my friend Hazal had dinner in Taksim. We met by the square, where a week ago a suicide bomber blew himself up, injuring 32 people. It happened to be in the week I couldn't muster the energy to drag myself to Taksim, even though I wanted to see my friends.
Being back in Taksim after the incident, you'd have a hard time telling anything happened besides the police barricade, which was somehow less noticeable than the ever-abundant crowds. And once we got off the square and onto the main street, it was as crowded and happening as I'd ever seen it.
Life goes on.
Hazal
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