By a Turkish Bazaar under a hot sun, we wandered, aliens in a strange land. unreadable signs, made us feel like mysterious strangers, who never tip enough to compensate for all the fuss and bother that we cause. such a sad state, where men are jailed for speaking their minds. a bus drove us through streets, that seemed too empty. we had a view of that famous prison, that place of horror. the bazaar was very interesting. i thought i'd be happy enough, if they kept all those things we didn't want, including that prison.