Hello, Turkmenistan!
And now, having warmly welcomed at least one Turkmenistanian to
Roam freely throughout the inner sanctum of my mind
I'd like to locate those of you who have
Recently connected, via the web, with the circle of friends who
Choose to hold hands with mine on the worldwide map:
According to Wikedia:
Turkmenistan is a country in Central Asia bordered by the Caspian Sea and largely covered by the Karakum Desert. It’s known for archaeological ruins including those at Nisa and Merv, major stops along the ancient trade route the Silk Road. Ashgabat, the capital, was rebuilt in Soviet style in the mid-20th century and is filled with grand monuments honoring former president Saparmurat Niyazov.
Turkey–Turkmenistan relations are foreign relations between Turkey and Turkmenistan. Turkey was the first country in the world to recognize the independence of Turkmenistan during the period of dissolution of the Soviet Union and the first country that opened an embassy in the newly independent country.[1] Turkmenistan has an embassy in Ankara and a consulate general in Istanbul.[2] Both countries are full members of the Economic Cooperation Organization, Organisation of Islamic Cooperation, International Organization of Turkic Culture and Organization for Security and Co-operation in Europe. The two countries share close cultural connections. Both have a majority Sunni Muslim population, and both are predominantly inhabited by Turkic people; both the Turkish and Turkmen languages belonging to the Oghuz group of Turkic languages. Turkey is one of the 47 countries in the world that holders of a Turkmen passport can visit without visa.[3][4]
(I think the addition of Turkmenistan brings the number of nations, which stats suggests has read my blog, to eighty ... I can’t tell for certain, because some where along way, I lost count.)
Monday, October 30, 2017
Yesterday, I finished a gripping novel written by Aline Ohanesian. Her description of life in Turkey between 1915-1981 held me spell bound in the same way as proved true of The Kite Runner. The author of this page turner, whose insights concerning human nature mirror my own, makes use of prose waxing so poetic as to illustrate classic reasons why our survival instinct keeps secrets from the conscious portion of our minds, and once we harbor secrets from ourselves, we can't help but keep secrets from others, especially those we love and hope to protect from harm.
The name of this novel, which I recommend highly, is ORHAN'S INHERITANCE.
Author’s acknowledgment:
“My gratitude and deepest respect to the survivors, including my great-grandmother, Elizabeth Aslanian, who taught me that though we are products of our past, we need not be prisoners of it. My sons, Alec and Vaughn, who will inherit this transgenerational grief, provided the need for such a book. Boys, may your minds stay hungry and your hearts full.”
Thank you, Prius Sharma, for reaching out across the miles. As you can see, whatever you chose to send to me has need to be translated into English.
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