The roots of pandemic literature reach back to the plague-ridden hell of fourteenth-century Florence. Giovanni Boccaccio wrote the Decameron (1353) in the very heart of that hell, or in its immediate aftermath.
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admin5 min readNazım Hikmet, the greatest poet of modern Turkish lyric poetry, is, with the new language and new understanding he brought to the art of poetry, the greatest revolutionary of verse.
admin14 min readLeo Tolstoy: “Please regard me as a good Muslim, and all will be well”.n fostering a sustainable future.
admin11 min readWhen a person shares their memories, they return, if only for a moment, to that young self: the one who ran, laughed, hoped. When an older person tells of their past, what enters their voice is not trembling, but strength.
admin7 min readIn the pitch dark she dragged her feet across the ground, feeling her way forward, trying to understand where it was she had come from.
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admin8 min readShe had seen her in a black-and-white photograph. Virginia sat thinking beside a window, in an armchair upholstered with patterned fabric, dressed in a garment of velvet-like cloth, a brooch at her collar whose exact shape she could not make out from the photograph, and a wide, long skirt cut from the same material.Hatice Dikbaş Again, reading the book in her hands, she noticed that her mind had drifted from the text, and she set it down on the coffee table in front of her.
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