I’m in Istanbul and in desperate need of a good sleep.

There’s a tram line right outside my window, but I can’t close it because the radiators are blasting even though it’s 12 degrees in Istanbul right now.

Then there is this masculine-sounding woman outside who won’t shut up about how she did this and that.

Do I want to find out if she’s really about that life? Given my current energy levels and the stories she tells, I think I’d rather sleep. Getting my ass kicked by a masculine-sounding woman is not on my Istanbul to-do list. Maybe next time.

I’m not assuming her gender, btw. Her friends are calling her “abla,” which is sister in Turkish.