Reading the first half feels like watching the world being redrawn by men who thought they understood destiny. The fall of the Ottoman Empire isn’t just history — it’s the moment when arrogance dressed itself as “peace.” Lines on a map became scars on a region. The author writes with such calm precision that it almost hurts. You start to wonder — was this really peace, or the beginning of something we still haven’t ended?
The fall of the Ottoman Empire isn’t just history — it’s the moment when arrogance dressed itself as “peace.”
Lines on a map became scars on a region.
The author writes with such calm precision that it almost hurts.
You start to wonder — was this really peace, or the beginning of something we still haven’t ended?