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		<title>The Musician Ahmet Kaya</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Once upon a time in Istanbul&#8230; There once was a musician in Turkey named Ahmet Kaya and his music was loved by everyone in the country. Now what I mean by everyone, was everyone. Be they left or right, conservative or modern, young and old, Turkish or Kurdish, he was loved by all. He sold [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Another Person Encounters the Eyes of Yilmaz</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 01:29:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[One of my readers sent me a long, superbly written comment about this website on a posting about the Café Efsane. She believes that she too met the little boy of Istanbul. It our world that becomes smaller today. Truly knowing everyone is a matter of &#8220;Six Degrees of Separation&#8221;, I believe in the theory [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Meeting Again, by Chance</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2008 11:20:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The next day, we met up by chance near the Mosque. This is a lucky sign. He was happy to see me. I was happy to see him. Yilmaz was wearing his brand new shoes. I asked him if he would come to the Covered Market to help me buy t-shirts. I thought he might [...]]]></description>
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		<title>At the End of the Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2008 16:27:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[At the end of the long day, we went back to the place where the orbits of our lives had originally crossed paths. I think he understood why I wanted to go back there. Without a common language, we understand eachother. He knows I will understand. Barely with words can we express ourselves , but [...]]]></description>
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		<title>And Everybody Drank Tea</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 16:04:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is a simple little story about searching for a little boy to give him back the photographs of himself he gave to me. This is my story and his story and nobody shall change it, I answered to a man in Istanbul. This is my photograph and it reflects the truth as I found [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Waiters of the Cafés</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I sat in the Cafés by the New Mosque sipping apple teas. Sometimes, I had lunch there. All the waiters had seen the three photographs of the little boy. They knew him. Many times they told me he had been there but I had just missed him. They told me his name was Yilmaz. All [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Street Children of Istanbul</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 12:08:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The children of the streets of Istanbul wander the city, hang around the patios of the cafés and sell things like packets of gum and kleenex to tourists or pursue the full time occupation of shining shoes . They are wild little children, dressed in ragged clothes. These children are skilled in the art of [...]]]></description>
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