On random facts, drinking, talking, and the world’s tangle.
"Wanna go to a soup place?" We were about to disperse our ways and go home, or a hotel in my case. I had a flight at six in the morning and I wasn't sure about one more place.
"A soup place?" I double-checked.
"Yes, a soup place."
"Like a hot liquid... something? The one you eat with a spoon?” I triple-checked. Food, I remembered the word.
"Exactly. That one."
"Is there really a soup place open at 1am in Istanbul?"
"Apparently there is. And they serve a variety of soups. It's close to your hotel, by the way."
I paused for a few seconds weighing the outcomes and thinking about my hangover self. That self rarely says thanks.
"Some liquid is definitely what we need right now. I'm in."
"You got that right, man."
In Istanbul, you can get a cab by accidentally raising your hand. So did we. All three together, one Russian, one German and one Turkish, we got in the car and started our way towards eating soup in the middle of the night.