Tired, I climb in the taxi expecting a boring drive. Taxi drivers do often talk.

He tells me about a woman he heard on the radio, ‘Very brave woman’ he says ‘against all the dangers, full of integrity, loyal to the people, you know?’ His accent, I don’t recognise.

He smiles. ‘They are making a film about her. She has children now and peace. She went to live in Turkey. God bless her. I love her,’ he says.

His eyes in the rear-view mirror, oriental, dark liquid, could see right through to your soul.

I smile. I am really surprised.