I missed the last metro in Istanbul once.
Phone at 4%. Didn’t speak Turkish. It was past midnight, pouring rain, and the streets felt endless.
My card kept declining because the bank thought it was fraud. Of course it did.
I was standing under a shop awning looking completely soaked and lost when an older man with a grocery bag stopped and asked me something I didn’t understand.
I just shook my head and pointed at my phone like an idiot.
He pulled out his own phone, opened the translator, and typed:
“You are okay?”
I typed back where I was trying to go.
He looked at the address, frowned, then motioned for me to walk with him.