Patasana

An excavation in the ancient Hittite city near Gaziantep. Tablets written three thousand years ago. The murders started with the discovery of the tablets. Confessions of Secretary Patasana . Dark secrets under the bright southeastern sun... The extinction of the Hittites, the Assyrians... The last periods of the Ottoman Empire, the Armenians... Today's Turkey, the Kurds... The blood of brothers flowing... The unchanging destiny of this land: Violence and love... In these lands An elegy to the bloody history... A tribute to the rich culture of these lands...

"I was a scoundrel living in the age of tyrants. A scoundrel made a coward by the gods. The most pitiful, the most disgusting of scoundrels. An insidious palace secretary who fed his heart with flattery and his mind with hostility. He saw the noble hatred embedded in his body, the deep pain on the face of magnificent clothes, a face harder than bronze." A hypocritical ceremonial man who runs to the command of the King of Hatti by hiding behind the mask of happiness, the most dishonorable man on earth who chooses to remain silent with his hands folded on his chest with the dignity of devotion to his king while the woman he loves dies for the sake of her love. The most disgraced of the dissolute, who does not hesitate to take refuge in the magnificent shadow of his worthless existence, I, floating among the dead, I, the Palace Chief Secretary Patasana, on whose forehead the gods have written, 'He will writhe in pain forever.'
(From the Promotional Bulletin)