This is not a normal novel. Until the end you cannot decide if you have understood it or not. There is no beginning, no end and no protagonist. Narrators are not normal! Everything talks here; streets, water, fish, God, carpet, hands and legs. But none of them can describe what happened precisely. The writer tried to destruct sentences in every possible ways. All of these has one reason, disaster happened, there is a catastrophe. SOME PEOPLE ARE KILLED IN COLD BLOOD for no reason only because they are KURDS. Mansur was really successful in describing those events in this odd style and he want to say only one thing; YOU CANNOT DESCRIBE THE PAIN OF OTHERS. Kurds should be proud of themselves they have a writer like Mansur and they have a novel like this.