J decides to harvest the oranges, or those that are reachable at least. They’re in the process of harvesting themselves, with quite a few splatted onto the ground underneath the tree where, J points out, they do add to the nutrient value. Can also see an orange tree in the orchard across the road from our building where we can hear, but have not yet seen, at least one goat. Remember an orchard down the road last year where goats reclined happily amidst the fallen oranges.
Young man arrives in the late morning to connect the internet. He speaks no English but he and J appear to agree on what is happening, a phenomenon I first noted in Famagusta when the plumber, who spoke no English conveyed both history and essence of the problem to J, who speaks no Turkish. Concluded that they communicated in some version of universal handyman.