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Izmir's (un)forgotten figures by French Bansky

It is around 30 degrees Celsius under the sun when an elderly figure, huffing and puffing, stands before a wall and points at the life-size figures painted on it. "What are you doing?" he asks, with the sense of entitlement of a true Izmirian, to the woman at a small work table. "Who are those people you are putting on our walls?"