crowded and noisy as any metropolis.

She is wearing sunglasses, partly to shield herself from the sun, partly too keep anyone from meeting her eyes.

keeps her pace steady, has honed from years of training best way of donning a second skin: keep it artless.

walks through Ankara as if she has lived there all her life.

makes a turn, arriving to a less crowded part of town. She stops by a fruit stall to buy some figs and makes a point to smile politely

at the boy selling them, just as she's done for the past half a year.

maintained this routine for long enough to have made her neighbors at ease. They sometimes no longer notice her presence,

except when they catch a whiff of her perfume. The one thing she has kept from her old life.

quietly slips into a nondescript apartment building and makes her way home.