Istanbul Airport Quotes

You know what each house should have? A Duty Free space. Like at the airports. Then I might consider moving in with a woman.

Trip Advisor: Travel the World with Haiku [D] Jerusalem, Israel Jews pray motionless and the Western Wall shakes. It's all relative. Capetown, South Africa And the coloured girls say, 'We're not Africaans, we're English.' In a total Africaans accent. Bulls Bay, Jamaica Weed, rum, guava jelly, Reggae, Marley, Red Stripe beer, O Baby, jerk that chicken. Istanbul, Turkey I asked my driver, 'Why do you believe in Allah?' He answers: 'If not, He hit me!' Cairo, Egypt Cairo International Airport, Porter drops my bags six times. Descendents of the Pharaohs, my ass. Santorini Island, Greece Greeks are like the current, They push you over and then Try to suck you in. Christiania, Denmark One thousand drug dealers, Five hundred thousand tourists. Alway$ Chri$tma$ here.*

The man walked off into the crowd, and before I knew it, he’d disappeared. There I was with my suitcase, in the middle of the Istanbul Airport. Alone. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I saw the tears hitman shoes. Outside was dark. Night. I was nine years old and by myself in a foreign land. I didn’t even speak the language. Quite simply, I was terrified.

Yasser Arafat and his PLO held the records for the largest hijacking,6 the greatest number of hostages held at one time,7 the greatest number of people shot at an airport, the largest ransom collected,8 and the greatest variety of targets.9 Yasser Arafat was the man who ordered the murder of the schoolchildren in Avivim, Ma’alot, and Antwerp; the murder of eleven Jewish Olympic athletes in Munich; the murder of synagogue worshipers in Istanbul; the murder of a child and his pregnant mother in Alfeh Menashe; and the murder of a mother and her children on a bus in Jericho. This was the man who ordered innocent Arabs in Nablus to be hanged by their chins on butchers’ hooks until they died; by whose orders the bellies of pregnant Arab women were split open before the eyes of their husbands and the hands of Arab children were chopped off while their parents looked on.10 And he was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize and celebrated on the White House lawn in a forced handshake with both the leaders of the very people he had sworn to destroy.

Chapter Twenty-Eight The Crash ADDISON HAD SAT ON couches that were longer than Dax’s plane. The four-seat Cessna Skyhawk was a cramped ride even when you didn’t have a 150-pound Great Dane named Mr. Jacobsen on your lap. The wings were mounted awkwardly on top of the plane, instead of sprouting from the sides. Addison wasn’t sure if the plane was designed for flying or drying laundry. All in all, the Skyhawk had all the stylish sophistication of a garbage disposal, except with less pickup. Still, after the harrowing taxi ride to Ataturk Airport, Addison thought Dax’s airplane felt downright safe by comparison. Istanbul was already a pinprick in the distance when the plane reached cruising altitude,