Ofelya

When I traveled from the Muş Plain to Tatvan in the first spring, I would leave behind a blood-red plain. While all the plains I saw were lush green, the Muş Plain was red from top to bottom. Even the blue of the sky reflected the redness of the plain. I always wondered about the secret behind this. Your friend Yakup Güneş replied to a fairy-tale tale. I found it in OFELIA, which he wrote in English.

If you, like me, are curious about the Muş Plain adorned with blood-red roses, be sure to read the story of MUSKA in OFELYA.

They say that a fairy tale derives its power from the narration, not from the writing. All the stories in OFELYA take their color from the epic syntax of the narrator. In each story, the dance of butterflies taking wings, in each story, the tongues of wise men who never lose hope, in each story, the tears of fragile red roses are hidden.

If you want to taste and feel this, be sure to read OFELYA, which contains sixteen short stories. I'm sure you will enjoy reading it... Orhan Çaçan