And I hate that. A good part of my young childhood was spent in Istanbul. Americans were near holy in those days. My sister and I as preteens and way preteens could go anywhere our legs could carry us and if we looked lost or out of place a soldier or a taxi driver would call the consulate about the two American kids, where did they belong? and we would get a ride home in a jeep or a taxi along with dolmas or brek (sweet pastries). The soldier or taxi driver would be invited for coffee when we were brought home.
Those are good memories. Keep them.
Today? What a shame.
You have my respect and sympathy.