Right now Taksim Square has an almost carnival feel to it. People selling watermelons, waving banners, making music. My street has been blockaded with old gates, slabs of concrete and other building debris.
The carnival will end though.
Of this I am certain.
In the middle of the night I woke up with burning skin.
There was gas in my bedroom from out on the streets.
I hadn't wanted to buy a mask. I thought it was being overly-dramatic...but I bought myself one day.