I had imagined people being grumpy and easy to anger during ramadan. Maybe these things also happen, but I have yet to notice. During the shift to iftar today I was riding a minibus from Kartal to Kadiköy along Minibus caddesi. At every bakery along the road people were lining up for the plain ramadan-pides (that Erkan wrote about) and inside the minibus first one and then another person started to talk to me. Both joyfully wondering what a guy in such a red beard was doing in Turkey.
The street was extremely crowded with both cars and pedestrians., but it was one of those moments when Istanbul feels more like an enormous village than metropolis.