I lived in southern Turkey in the early 2000s; back then, we had to get home before 1 am prior to the smoke truck made its nightly rounds. Sometimes, either affected by alcohol or a short span of memory, we would hear the truck spewing out smoke and would have to make a run for it.
Either that, or stay tucked away in bars or nightclubs, these memories were well hidden in my memory until I heard the smoke machine again in a Bali beachside resort.
Either that, or stay tucked away in bars or nightclubs, these memories were well hidden in my memory until I heard the smoke machine again in a Bali beachside resort.
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