ABSTRACT
One day, the author was in the cafe writing my book when a friend called Necati Önay asked what author was doing. Meral Atasağun, a friend from the excavation team, saw how upset author was and asked what was wrong. It was the last working day of the season at Çatalhöyük. There were only six or seven people left who were due to leave the next morning around 4 am to catch their plane at 6 am. So it was my last night with these people. Since Ian was also leaving the next day, he had bought presents for both me and my friend Mustafa. In spite of this Neolithic person having a lot of pain, he was lucky to have friends. Humans are lucky to have friends. The director of the Konya Museum, Erdoğan Erol, was temporarily sent to another museum and a friend called Yusuf was transferred to the museum instead.
