Elif Shafak. Honor (№ 414665)

All this took place in a poor, far from civilization Kurdish village, in which there was no electricity, no roads, no doctors, no school. Behind the dense veil of isolation, no news from the outside penetrated. The inhabitants of the village did not hear about the consequences of the Second World War, nor about the atomic bomb. Nevertheless, they were convinced that strange things were happening in a world far from the banks of the Euphrates. They did not have a desire to know this unknown world, and distant wanderings seemed to them a completely meaningless occupation. Everything that is, was and will be in this world, a person sees around him, here and now. People are supposed to live in one place, like trees and stones. The exceptions are three categories: itinerant mystics who have lost their past, fools who are devoid of reason, and poets who have lost their beloved. All the other villagers.