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The two boys huddled into the front seat of Karakaş Abi’s blue DeSoto, sitting close to each other...
Read Moreby Moris Senegor | Dec 24, 2016 | EHS Memoirs | 0 |
The two boys huddled into the front seat of Karakaş Abi’s blue DeSoto, sitting close to each other...
Read Moreby Moris Senegor | Nov 18, 2016 | EHS Memoirs | 0 |
The Ottomans were a cosmopolitan empire. At their height they stretched through Eastern Europe,...
Read Moreby Moris Senegor | Oct 31, 2010 | EHS Memoirs | 0 |
Growing up in the Istanbul of the 60’s, we were accustomed to shortages of basic necessities as a way of life. Included among these was running water and electricity. These services were not continuous. The city was rapidly...
Read Moreby Moris Senegor | Oct 27, 2010 | EHS Memoirs | 1 |
In the late 1960’s, while a student in Ortaokul (middle school) at the English High School for Boys of Istanbul I developed a tic. It was a peculiar contortion of my upper lip, raised high up, and draping the underside of my...
Read Moreby Moris Senegor | Jul 29, 2010 | EHS Memoirs | 0 |
In the pubertal environment of the all boys English High School of Istanbul, hormones raged. I suppose they do in every assortment of such boys. We didn’t quite know where to direct our rather hazy emerging sexuality. We...
Read Moreby Moris Senegor | Jul 26, 2010 | EHS Memoirs | 0 |
In one of the more surreal events of my years in the English High School of Istanbul, I came...
Read Moreby Moris Senegor | Jul 17, 2010 | EHS Memoirs | 1 |
The English High School of Istanbul of the 1970’s was a remnant of its glorious past as was the mother country it represented. It clung on to old traditions, at least on the surface. Beset by endless financial difficulties, the...
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