In the middle of Istanbul, there are little havens of peace. Beautiful gardens, which embody the Muslim idea of heaven; places of greenery, where the wind whispers in the trees.
“Are you really, really ready for this?” I asked myself. No, I thought. I don't think I ever will be. Then I started climbing.
Everywhere I went, I could hear them, squabbling over their untidy nests; the lack-a-lack-a-lack of storks' bills clicking.