Ilahi Singing and Sazlar community workshop, Bursa, Turkey. Through sheer dumb luck, I hunted out this amazing chai house within the warren of ancient cobblestone streets near the Green Mosque.   This was one of the more liberal Chai houses where I could actually pull out my horn as a woman, and as an American.   My Roma girlfriend, Hulya, three to the left from me, safeguarded me and took me back to my cheap hotel each night.  The first night there were just the usual twelve or so folk musicians -- by the end of my three nights there there were about forty. Word spread about the crazy Colorado broad that played Turkish style clarinet. We all wept when I left I was begged to move to Turkey, but perhaps that will wait for more stable politics on both sides of the blue