Waled Aadnan

“On the Galata Bridge, with its permanent fixture of anglers, rods hovering over the silver water of the Golden Horn like so many tiny tower cranes, Eyüp, glimpsing the traffic of Uzbeks, Syrians, Afghans, and Africans, said, “It has become a refugee city.”
― Aatish Taseer, A Return to Self: Excursions in Exile