The pharmacists of Istanbul were a wise breed. They would neither let a lie go undetected nor pursue uncomfortable truths. Prostitutes with injuries caused by customers, pimps or self-mutilation; women battered by their husbands; drivers thumped by other drivers – they could all walk into chemists’ shops and blurt out their lies, safe in the knowledge that even if they were not believed, at least they would not be questioned.
pharmacist is the one who always with them in sickness and in health :)
