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On the road again Canada and the US Dec 2011-Feb 2012 - Observations, musings and random thoughts jotted down mostly during loooong train and bus trips.

A SAN FRANCISCO STORY

USA | Wednesday, 25 January 2012 | Views [487]

A San Francisco night - walking from the Chinatown Gate up the steep hill that is Bush Street, just before the corner of Powell and the downhill jaunt following the cable car tracks to Union Square, I spy a face looking up at me from the pavement - bending down I retrieve an identity card showing a beautiful young woman identified as Ayfer ....., a Turkish national. The street is dark and other than our small group there is no-one in sight.I decide to hand the card to the first policeman I see.

Several steps further on, there is another card - this time showing the name and contact details for a women’s helpline. Were both cards lost by the same person? Was her bag stolen or were they deliberately thrown away, and if so by whom? The young woman herself? Someone else? Was she in trouble?

Glancing up at the dark windows of an apartment building I get no answer. Beside the pavement the border of scrubby bushes gives nothing away. 

It was at this point that I realised I had not seen a single police officer during the two days I had been in this city. I would have to post the card to the Turkish Consulate and hope that rather than filing it away in Lost and Found, someone there would take the time to find Ayfer and ascertain if she was in fact alright, or in need of help.

As the closing line in Dassin’s 1948 film ‘The Naked City’said: “There are eight million stories in the naked city, this has been one of them”…

(c)FMPDH 2012

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