Some lives do not belong solely to the person who lived them.
They belong to mountains and rivers, to horses and long roads, to wars that never truly end, and to peoples whose names history prefers to forget.
This book tells the story of such a life.
Mıhê Kazak is not merely a character born in the nineteenth-century South Caucasus. He is a witness. Through his eyes, we see empires in motion, borders drawn and erased, faiths colliding and coexisting, and ordinary lives crushed ben ...