Witch

“They called me bad, bad bad bad... What kind of princess was there inside me, with such gold hair, violet eyes, lively eyelashes touching her eyebrows, a world of lacework, a spotless palace, always a pot of soup boiling in her kitchen, no trace of weeds in her garden, wallflowers, peonies, lilacs, at worst glass beauties, a princess who did her job, kept to herself, who ran after good when necessary, and even more so an angel of goodness, I was frankly astonished... They called me bad, bad, bad, they got irritable and cursed my dreams and lies. I said how they saw the things I secretly coveted, is it written on my forehead or is it that I want to go on stage, to be a belly dancer with my skirts open, an actor with all my heart screaming…”
The old ones of the island, the big trees end to end, on top of each other, their half-half happiness, their lost genies… With its hidden secret, sorrowful, echoing, flooding… The story of the witch, Ümran, with her body blown away by gossip… The king of flies is the main man, the queen of hearts is the main woman. Oylum Yılmaz tells the story of an unwanted woman, her departure, her arrival, and what is left of her. The world is diminishing one by one with unremembered tales.

(From the Promotion Bulletin)

Dough Type: 2. Pulp

Number of Editions : 1st Edition

First Printing Year : 2018

Number of Pages : 153

Dimensions : 13 x 19.5