“Everyone lies in Guatemala. Everyone lies, and everyone steals.” Those words were uttered by a tattered stranger whom I met outside the airport in Guatemala City.

“Everyone lies in Guatemala. Everyone lies, and everyone steals.” Those words were uttered by a tattered stranger whom I met outside the airport in Guatemala City.
It was a small kindness, but one I won’t soon forget. That brief encounter will forever paint my perception of Istanbul and its people.
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