Paperback. 13,50 / 21,00 cm. In Turkish. 144 p. "Döndüm ben anne... Senin küçük karakoncolosun. Saçlarimda karlar getirdim. Bunu buldum dünyada ben, anne. Egilerek, tahta sokak kapimizdan girdim, yabani otlarin sarmis oldugu bahçeye adim attim. Deli erik agcina sarildim, ama kendimde gözyasi bulamadim. Çatlamis olan kaldirimdan geri yürüdüm. Beni orada, yabanilesmis asmanin altinda, babamla, üzgün-üzgün beklediginizi düsünmüstüm. Her taraf issiz anne, insanlar nerede? Anlar uçup gitmis... Bitmisler artik. Zaman, geçmisin paslanmis korkuluklarinin arasindan siyrilip gitmis. Onu durdurmayi basaramamislar. Aciyor... Artik çok canim aciyor. Orada, sizin yaninizda, bu acilar bitecek mi anne?"
Surprise of the year. When I ordered the book I was disappointed because although the author is Turkish the book was written in Bulgarian and later translated to Turkish.
But aside from this purist point, the book is a great and fun read. It contains sympathic stories about the Kara Konzhul a mystical creature in the Ludogorie and its interaction with the humans. The stories are independent but connected.
The doctor is a narrator in a remote village. Recurring character is the hoca, who is responsible for the spirtual needs of the people and the Kara Konzhul Ali Kurt and his family. The stories are set in the 20. century but are mostly timeless.
A lot of the stories can be found online on the authors facebook page, but try to find the book, It is worth it.