Half asleep, from the window of the car, I notice a non-descript river. Just when I am falling asleep again, my guide, Sehzat announces, “Now, we are entering Mesopotamia. This is river Euphrates that you are crossing.” The ring of the familiar names, Mesopotamia and Euphrates, wake me up. I must be nearing my destination – Halfeti, Turkey. The vehicle has been whizzing from Gaziantep, through the twists and turns of the gentle hills of Anatolia, for sometimes now. Scores of Pistachio trees, a fruit widely cultivated in both Gaziantep and Sanliurfa provinces, blur past my eyes. A few more turns later, the car halts. I get off. From the…