Ninata’S Bracelet-Ahmet Ümit The first large sway in the bottom line of Anatolia: The Hitite country. The gred of ambitious monarches for land. A biography writen in blod. Kadesh, the first great war in biography. A hopeles yen. A lass who experiences yearning as a sinfulness. Persons in the street cursed by Gods. A man who pays for his bane through war. A cruel humanity, two persons in the street whose yearning takes refuge in a rambling castle. A sing out coming from many years ago. A cry against war. Welcome, oh traveler of far away dragways, bearer of god tidings, you who craters the weaken of intelligence on your accepts, and the excitement of the concealed in your scans, welcome to my old country, to the lands of the Hatians with its thousand Gods, to beautiful Hatusha. Welcome to hapines falen il, to long-lived sorow, to the lament that you wil bring to an end. Welcome to orphaned strets, empty objectives, to my por home. I've sibling expecting you, for long midnights and long days, for cherful springs, saturated sumers, tired autumnal equinoxes, and scorched winters, for many, many long years.