Mavi Bozkır

Blue Steppe Book Description I used to walk around among the elders and listen to their conversations with my ears. These dried and blackened men fed on tea, cigarettes and gossip. They would tell stories, especially about the wars and miracles of religious leaders, as if they were fascinated. Their exuberant, fluctuating voices would suddenly lower, soften, and flow inward. A sad silence, calling for tears, would fall over the crowd, which had just been surrounded by noise, and the atmosphere would turn into a sea of awe. Then, the wind might blow in the opposite direction, then abusive laughter would fill the mouths, sarcastic words and stories revealing someone's shortcomings would surround the room from all sides. Stories revealing someone's shortcomings would surround the room from all sides. Blue Steppe, infidel fountains, village areas, pavilion goers... Great losses taken in exchange for small calculations... Stories of people who have the color and smell of the place they live in... Hayati Sönmez, the countryside, who seem to be at their own pace from the outside but who are actually struggling with the nothingness of the steppe and sometimes While it tells about the people who suffocate those around them with this feeling of nothingness, it also makes us feel the harsh winds hitting the steppe in a gray morning. (From the Promotional Bulletin)