Perhaps I need to write an autobiography, but it would be hard to be objective. Anyway, I woke up in the middle of the night with this experience. I was on a mission to Istanbul with Russian gospels of John. Crossing the border is a whole different story. Our team found a youth hostel to stay for three weeks. The first morning, I recall waking up and looking out the third story window. Looking out into the streets of Istanbul was interesting on this bright summer day. Within a few minutes, I saw a man run out of our building into the street. He turned and fired a couple of shots through the door. Then it was a surreal scene. People were hitting the ground, hiding behind cars and trees, and ducking into stores and buildings along the street. Why I kept staring out the window is still a mystery to me; intuitively I noticed the person did not look up at me. I noticed that he had a hand made pistol. He ran up the street. Two other men came out of the building with their hands in their suit jacket. I also noticed each had a pistol and they were checking the surrounding area. They happened to notice the other man cresting the hill and they took off after him. Later we found out that the youth hostel was a staging area for the Turkish Communist Party. We found ourselves in a place that was connected to Moscow, but beyond that we did not know what was going on.
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