In Asarcık, the word 'plan' is a bit of a stretch — this is a place where evening falls early, everyone knows everyone, and green outnumbers noise by a wide margin. Long conversations at the village coffeehouse, cool air rolling down from the hills, and your usual case of not knowing what to do. Wrong address if you're after city crowds, right one if you want your head cleared. If indecision hits, the dice are ready — small district doesn't mean a small surprise.