The Pear Tree

A lonely pear tree in the middle of an olive tree grove at the entrance of Muharrem Sulo’s property. Just one pear tree, heavy with big, yellow pears. I knew at once that I had come to the right place and that it was a message sent to confirm it.  “Pear trees” happens to be the literal translation of my surname: the family name I have inherited from my grandfather. As soon as I was leaving the property, in the middle of the road, we met the turtle. It was your way of saying thank you. And I thank you, grandfather, for making this journey an endless quest.