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The violence occurred only four weeks after the brutal gang rape and murder of Jyoti Singh Pandey in New Delhi started discussions about rape and culture in India and elsewhere. Most of what I know about gender inequality I’ve learned on the streets of Istanbul, my home for the past two years. While waiting at my bus stop one spring morning in 2011, I watched as a man assaulted a woman in the middle of the street, apparently unfazed by the throng of witnesses mere yards away.

When I tried to intervene, the man swiped at me with a knife, and were it not for another bystander who pulled me back, he might well have made contact.

Not a single day goes by that I am not leered at, growled at, spit on, stalked or called a “fuhus” (prostitute).

A couple of months ago, I was assaulted by a group of teenage boys 20 feet from my front door.

I sighed and made it clear that I wasn’t interested in him. Soon, he went to a glass door that led to the roof and he went out of it a few times and he looked through it, catching my eye and signalling for me to go on the roof with him. I knew that I could have chosen to leave the restaurant without saying a word, but, for some reason, I decided not to.

He made kissing gestures, putting his hand over his heart. I was hungry and my intention was to enjoy a delicious Turkish meal.

He would be considered handsome by most people, but I didn’t find him handsome at all, because his appearance just wasn’t the type that I was attracted to.

He knew no English at all; I saw him look through a Turkish-English dictionary a few times before he went up to me to say, ‘I love you’ and ‘You nice’. I knew that he didn’t mean to say that I was beautiful but that I was foreign and he wanted to find out what I would feel like.

I pushed him away, surprised that he had the nerve to do that, but, at that point, I knew Turkish men were very capable of doing something like that.

He said that he liked me very much and he asked if he could have my number, saying that he would like to see me again after he got off from work the next evening.

I didn’t see the harm in giving him my number, so I gave it to him and he escorted me down to the first floor where I said goodbye to him.

The young man didn’t know English very well, but he managed to say, ‘sorry’ over and over, looking at me with lust.

He was slightly shorter than me and thin, with dark brown eyes and brown hair and a tattoo on his left hand near his thumb. When I was done, I got out and he took my arm and pointed at the glass doors that led to the roof, showing a spectacular view of Istanbul.

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