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My friend Tarik grew up in a Greek neighborhood in İstanbul and had one very good Greek friend, the son of Kyra Smaro who appears in the Tarlabaşı series of posts from a couple of years ago. Must be about 40 now. Remember him staying with me in New York and my lighting censer for the icons in kitchen. “Ah,” he cried from the other room, “that’s the smell of Greek houses.” Sweet. And sad — as I thought he’ll be the last generation of İstanbullus who knew “the smell of Greek houses.”
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Jadde: from Bosnia to Bengal 
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