We drive for what seems like an hour before coming to a stop. I get out of the car, expecting to see a house or something, or anything else but what I am seeing right now. We’re standing in front of a helicopter!

“Ismail, where are we going?” I ask not understanding what is going on.

“We have to leave the city for a while,” Ismail says as he walks over to the helicopter, and start pressing and checking all kinds of stuff.

“Why do we have to leave the city? Is that really necessary? Can’t we stay at a hotel or something?” I whine feeling like leaving the city...