The smell of kebab and toasted buns hangs in the air and floats into my nose, for the second night in a row. Smoke bellows from the chimney into the direction of a church lit up by orange lamps. people are murmuring and a car occasionally passes by. The rooftops haven’t changed in a long time. The earth barely moves here. It has a full night to cool down, before the scorching starts again
Where am I?