“We don’t forget, we don’t forgive…”

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[Spanish translation here]

Istanbul, July 3

Dear people,

In a corner of the ‘Blue Mosque’ of Sultan Ahmed, I sit on the carpet, with my shoes in a plastic bag.  It’s one of those bags you use for fruit in the supermarket. At the entrance, a man rips them off from a roll and hands them out to the faithful.

I probably would never have come to this place if someone hadn’t taken me here, a friend of mine. She had to cover her shoulders before she went in, and in order to cover her hair she used one of the scarfs they give to the women who don’t already wear one. She doesn’t go to mosque usually. She doesn’t pray when the speaker calls for it. But she’s a Muslim. Of course she is. And her family has nothing to do with it.

This is one of the…

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