When you're bored in Nizip, your mind drifts to the olive groves first — one look at the plain and a plan practically writes itself. Then again, sitting at the same tea house arguing over whether to head toward the Euphrates counts as a plan too. Everyone here waits for pistachio season to pass, and then it passes, and somehow you're still at the same intersection. Stop deliberating: roll the dice and let chance, not the plain, decide where today takes you.