Real Story

“Let's console ourselves, they called us brunettes so that we wouldn't be in trouble tomorrow or the day after. It was a complete lie. I was black. Gobi was darker than me. Individual was black. Domestos was black. Zulkuf was black. Ramadan was black. Dilan was black. Zülfiye was black. There was also freedom. He didn't look much like us. Because Azat was pitch black. But the worst thing was Sener. Because he was white. Some of us had black eyes, some had brown eyes. But Sener's were green. It's green, like the paint our neighbors who went on pilgrimage put on their exterior doors. Even his eyes were shrine green. I had five siblings. Gobi's four. Twelfth of Ramadan. Zülfiye had nine siblings. Dilan's bottom. Azat has a total of sixteen children, some of them from his stepmother. But damn it, Sener was an only child. His father was a civil servant in the finance department. We couldn't understand why he didn't have a sibling. His mother was alive. His father was healthy. "Why couldn't he have nine more siblings?" In these stories, we travel the streets of the imaginary Arkanya, which Kemal Varol readers know from Jar and Haw, and which they visited at some point in Ucunda Death Var. The stories are intertwined with each other, just as childish enthusiasms are entwined with deprivations of all ages, naive courage is entwined with a sharpened determination to fight, sadness and pain are entwined with a stubborn joy of life. Humor with death, love with play... "Kemal Varol is able to capture in details the traces that big events leave on small lives." -Ömer Türkes / Radikal Kitap- “The modern storyteller of the geography of pain.” -Eray Ak / K24-

(From the Promotional Bulletin)

Dough Type: 2. Dough

Number of Pages: 169

Size: 13x20

Number of Prints: < /strong>1. Printing