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After about a week of life in Istanbul, I was innocently preparing some class notes when I heard shots fired from outside my balcony. Could it be, I panicked, that my quiet working-class suburb was really a hot bed of insurgency. What had I gotten myself into? I hit the deck, worrying about stray bullets and all, and crawled to my roommates, who were making dinner unperturbed. When they realized why I was where I was, tears of laughter rolled down their faces as they explained to me the basics of UEFA. My students, from that point on, mimed gun-shots whenever a big game was coming up, so that I might have some advance warning. |
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