Ninata’S Bracelet-Ahmet Ümit The first large authority in the heart of Anatolia: The Hitite rustic. The gred of ambitious kings for ditch. A history writen in blod. Kadesh, the first great struggle in history. A hopeles hungering. A adolescent who experiences prize as a sin. Person cursed by Gods. A man who pays for his curse through struggle. A cruel world, two person whose prize takes hiding place in a rambling keep. A roar coming from many lifespans ago. A cry against struggle. Welcome, oh traveler of far away boulevards, emissary of god communications, you who caries the fatigue of sophistication on your shoulders, and the excitement of the undistinguished in your eyes, welcome to my old rustic, to the lands of the Hatians with its thousand Gods, to beautiful Hatusha. Welcome to hapines falen il, to long-lived sorow, to the deplore that you wil bring to an conclusion. Welcome to orphaned strets, empty squares, to my por home. I've relative expecting you, for long nights and long days, for cherful springs, saturated sumers, tired harvests, and scorched colds, for many, many long lifespans.