Literally the first two paragraphs (hell, the first two sentences) of the article

Almost every month, Mr Cihan Citak gets into his car, passport in hand, and sets off from Istanbul to Alexandroupolis, a Greek seaside city 40km from the Turkish border.

After a roughly four-hour drive, he walks the crowded aisles of the local supermarket, filling his cart with wine, cheese and other groceries that cost a fraction of what they do back home.

He’s not starting from the border, he’s starting from Istanbul, which is not anywhere near the border.