Memoirs of a post-Erasmus student: Istanbul
Written by: Rose Carr on November 10, 2013
For those of us returning from a year abroad, the prospect of idling about in Smack for the next year is probably less than appealing.
We’ve all had the best, and if not best, then certainly the most interesting, year of our lives and now we are back in what, compared to the likes Paris, Milan or Buenos Aires, seems like a tawdry dump on the outskirts of Coventry. I feel like an old crone as I sit at the Terrace Bar, cynically watching troops of vomit-splattered freshers unceremoniously roll down the ramp into the piazza. I’ve lost count of the number of times that friends, on having to reveal that they are fossilised fourth years, have assumed this glazed, far-away look in their eyes, as they slip into nostalgic reveries and recount their former glory days.
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