Kofi Awoonor Library

Dawn in Istanbul. The skyline, save for a few domes and minarets, could have been that of any old European city.  Going through Immigration, I felt a bit overdressed but was grateful for the warmth of the jacket. During my last trip abroad, I wore a scruffy top and faded pair of jeans. I felt my identity was constantly being questioned. This time I chose to wear a smart grey…