“It’s abruptly calming and still, a stark contrast from the frenetic city streets outside. The air hangs heavy with the smells of minerals, the central pool filled to the edge with comforting warm water. The only sounds are the raining down from a distant shower chamber and low muffled male voices murmuring under the domed ceiling. Shafts of light pierce into the steamy sanctum. The men here have left everything behind in the outside world, their worries, obligations, inhibitions, even clothes. It’s an ancient tradition shared with the Young Turks.”