I’m sure that when I was a kid (yes, its an old persons post) I’d hang out with my friends, we’d do stuff we probably shouldn’t, we’d get dirty and get told off by our parents. We’d talk, we’d shout, we’d sometimes probably talk too much, but we’d talk. Physically. With our mouths.
A recent trip around Istanbul showed me that those halcyon days appear to be but a distant memory, no matter where I am in the world.