
For nearly a decade, Istanbul had been a magical place for journalist Suzy Hansen--a cosmopolitan refuge and a welcoming home. Then the violence began. On the day last March when a man blew himself up in the middle of Istanbul, I was at home. I heard the blast as I sat at my desk; it was nearby on Istiklal Avenue, where I walk every day. On the night in June when ISIS attacked the Istanbul airport, I was having dinner at the new Soho House, in a nineteenth-century Italianate mansion that was onc...
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