What the Dove Sees

My mother also saw my father. He cried and wiped his eyes on the curtain. That stain remained there. It is dark in the middle and becomes lighter as smoke towards the edges. They don't know this. There will be no stain from the pain. The pain won't go away anyway. It is stone and mountain. If you stack stones on top of each other and put soil on top of them, and trees, olives, grass and insects on top of the soil, it becomes a mountain. The stain spread from the curtain to the whole house. He threw dirty veins on the walls. The tips of their forks broke and fell apart. The ceiling filled, dripping and accumulating on the carpets. There were solid towers in the rooms. It got dirty on the sofa cover. Our pillows, which were as hard as molds filled with straw, became dirty. I costumed, I saw.”

Büke is a storyteller who has won the admiration of the literary world with his previously published books and has established his own voice and line. In his works, he uses a unique, fluent, poetic language full of jokes; He tells the stories of people he knows closely and knows well. While reading these beautiful stories, you will hear the voices of sincere, self-sufficient people.


Thin Cover:

Number of Pages : 184

Print Year: 2015


e-Book:

Number of Pages: 135

Printing Year: 2010


Language: Turkish
Publisher: Can Yayınlari