I made it a habit to greet the evening at Gezi Park for several days. A large crowd would gather (this is the long line waiting to enter a secluded area) for an iftar-feast at Taksim Square. I pitied them when, an hour or so later, I'd leave: the music that was blasting at them, seated as they were on tables close to a podium, was so loud that a hundred meters away I'd cover my eyes not to have my hearing damaged. They'd have to stay for an estimated hour more before they'd eat.