say you're an istanbulu fish swimming free in the bosphorus nibbling on this in asia nibbling on that in europe discharging your offspring on both continents. make no mistake. cosmopolitanism won't shelter you from life as usual oh no sir-slash-madam.
as you nonchalantly make your way up the golden horn, you're likely to be caught by one those nonchalant fishermen on the bridge. and then you'll be displayed your freshness examined by callous hands your worth violated in loud haggling. 
in a while you'll find yourself under some fragrant hamam steam. in a cooking pot. you're a fish - don't forget - and as destiny would have it fish often end up as someone's late afternoon meal. death as usual.
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