 And my walking partner in Anatolia, a Kurdish guy, a photographer, he would empty his rucksack at the end of the day when we were making camp and out spilled this cornucopia of tomatoes and figs and fiery peppers and kind of very fresh zucchinis that snapped when you broke them. And he would just kind of smile wryly. And I'd say, where'd you get this stuff? And he'd say, in our culture, Paul, it's allowed.