I tried to find some shade from where I could observe the view towards the Troodos mountains, but not a single tree. I walked around until the fireman, who has a two-by-two hut that overlooks the whole mountain, asked me if I wanted to share that space. I accepted with joy and sat on the opposite bench. I began to observe and record, first drawing line by line with a pencil. Time went by and the young fireman was observing the progress of the drawing with interest and respect, as well as the entire mountain range in front of him. His wife came by, a nice curvy woman, she brought lunch, I took out the colours and, always observing, began to place greens and browns on the paper. Time went by, and his phone rang. I understood that his wife was asking him if he had had lunch and how he had enjoyed the food. They spoke in Turkish, but I could understand. ‘She is still here painting’, he replied, he felt embarrassed to eat in front of me. I soon concluded the note, thanked him, and left. I promised to visit again, but I haven’t had the chance yet.