Just when I’m packed and ready to leave, Mesut comes by from his plantation shelter a kilometer west of ‘mine’ and invites me to eat breakfast with him. Omelette, bread, tomatoes and black olives. Coffee. Some pomegranates for the road.

In village Cardaik outside city Osmaniye, I stay with Ibrahim – cousin of Hospitalityclub contact Erdal and partly a Swedish resident. The house in which he stays together with a friend lies high up on a slope, with a beautiful view across the surrounding olive trees, the valley below and the blue mountains in the distance. Silence.