A tall father rushed to keep his tiny daughter under their umbrella, trying to watch the fellow pedestrians so as not to gouge them, and also trying to watch the girl he so clearly adored as she jumped over and into puddles. He stepped along, wary of the countless ways to break one’s ankle on Istanbul streets and sidewalks.  In one moment, he sneered upward at the God that would create both daughters and rain, and a crowded street full of holes, restless pedestrians, boys roasting chestnuts and men smoking cigarettes.