Early on a weekday morning the graveyard was deserted. A Turkish man my age and I were pleasantly surprised to find we were not alone. I lit my candle next to the fresh flowers, we exchanged stories, agreed the world is in difficult straits. „She was a reliable fighter“, he said, and I of course agreed. I kept thinking about his words afterwards – I mean really, in the end what more could you want anyone to say about you?