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The Expat Recovery Room

Mike Dunphy | Posted 12.10.2012 | Travel
Mike Dunphy

Lying on a humidity-soaked bed near Galata Tower, hacking up the contents of my lungs grown by the ever-spreading ceiling mold and picking at a red line of bedbug bites on my ankles and wrists with a curved Uzbek knife, I finally resolved to change direction.