Elif Shafak. Island of Lost Trees (№ 439683)

The water that our branches suck up is the blood of the earth, the tears of the victims, the ink of the truth that needs to be acknowledged. People, especially victors, who create annals of history with a pen in their hands, tend to erase rather than document. And we, the plants, have to collect everything untold and undesirable. Like a cat curling up on its favorite pillow, the tree wraps its roots around the remnants of truth.