Haw

We were in trouble. We were finished. We would grab whatever we caught. Sometimes we would chase after the cowardly cats. They would look for a hole to escape, out of breath. Sometimes we would go from street to street and scare strangers by saying, "What are you doing here?" He would look pale. In their words, it was as if they were being bitten by a dog. As a result, the distance between us and people would widen and no one would give us anything.

Her name is Mikasa. Melsa's lover, he has a long thin body, black spots and a beautiful nose. He knows the name of Makam Mountain and Papaz Lake. Southerners and Northerners are fighting, he hears that too. Stories that tell the time, angels that clear the fate, prayers for the dead and the history of the streets... None of them tell about Mikasa, who loves Melsa like Uncle Heves loves Muhterem Nur. Memories like mountains... Flaming Hearts Gang, Kitmir Hazrat, Sergeant Kabba, Burhan Çaçan's folk song, Gendarmerie Dog Training Center... Latif Dede, Dog Cengiz, a nice steak... Tin roofs, ballasts, tawaturs, mined roads ...Howling dogs and Adigüzel, good for the heart...Kemal Varol offers us a novel that transcends time, a sad literature ticket...Haw, it's not just new, it's warm and beautiful...
(From the Promotional Bulletin)< br/>


Number of Pages: 230

Printing Year: 2014
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Language: Turkish
Publisher: Iletisim Publishing

Number of Pages: 230

First Printing Year: 2014

Language: Turkish