I never met a person who every second of their life wasn't dealing with the question of what their life meant, what they should be doing, who they were, and wasn't trying to be something for others. Can't get away from it for a second. Bullshit about getting caught up in blah blah blah So I don't know what the hell this guy is talking about.
There were a few exoduses from the British Isles following political upheavals to the eastern Mediterranean (and Constantinople in particular), and traffic coming back after the Ottomans consolidated Anatolia. _[R]ome - the Eternal City - is where the heart is and "wherever two meet ..."_