American friends often comment, “You must really stand out in Istanbul.” Actually, I don’t. When I came here as a tourist, everyone spoke to me in English and I assumed that it was obvious from my appearance that I am foreign. Once I started living here and knew my way around, that changed. As long as I don’t do anything too blatantly foreign, like carry a backpack, wear sandals or walk around with wet hair, people assume that I am a local. Turks approach me all the time and ask me for directions, try to hand me political pamphlets or make off-handed comments about the rude person in front of us in line. It turns out that I look Turkish, or at least can pass as Turkish.
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