by Wayne Still
In the fall of 1970 the great love of my life, Kathleen, joined me in Istanbul, Turkey. We were on our way to India and the adventures that lay in store for us. We spent our days in Istanbul wandering the streets, exploring the museums and markets of that ancient city. One day we came upon a group of old men who were hanging around a large building. What made this group of old men remarkable was that they were all permanently bent forward at the waist at about a sixty degree angle, their backs were flat.