The story of a migrant to Northern Cyprus.
One comrade told me how he decided to pick up a bag of mandarins from a garden just ten meters from the house. He went out at night, and while he was breaking in the light of the moon, the master approached him and offered help. He then brought a large box, put the mandarins in a box and a full pack. Then he helped a confused man bring the box home and offered to come in the afternoon so that he could tell which trees grow the sweetest and most mature mandarins. Since then, this comrade has only bought mandarins in the store, like all normal people.