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Ankara, Turkey
Contributors: Müesser Yenıay
« When you love a city and have explored it frequently on foot, your body, not to mention your soul, gets to know the streets so well...you'll discover your legs carrying you of their own accord toward one of your favourite promontories. » —Orhan Pamuk, "My Name is Red"
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Tonight here should be dance of words -in the carvansarai of your glory- tonight I am as joyful as the grasses that saw the sun and full with the existence of my dream. media_text
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When we look back at Turkish women’s poetry of the Ottoman period, we also read an historical process. In Ottoman times, as it is known, women were not in the social arena at all. They could not be educated in... media_text
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O the earth tribe drums were played, doors were closed in caravanserai a candle, a loaf of bread, a dish of soup and a sack of oat for the horse in this courtyard... media_text
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