Your evening plan in Çumra starts with the silence that settles over the plain, sugar beet still clinging to your clothes as you wonder what's next. The day here runs on the harvest calendar. Walk out toward Çatalhöyük to wander humanity's oldest neighborhood, or sit in a tea garden arguing about grain prices? Everyone past the town square seems to already know you. Can't decide — roll the dice, the plain draws the route anyway.