I see myself as a Turk in Izmir looking out of my apartment window. It was night, and so it was dark outside. The economic situation has down turned again and now i can afford to eat only rice with lentils again.

as I chow down on the tasteless mixture of lentils and rice for dinner my spoon making clanking sounds each time I take a spoon full I eventually finish up and then go to the bathroom to brush my teeth,

glancing at my face in the mirror I notice how my face looks quite byzantine with obvious phenotypic corruption form the synthetic mixture of Iranic and Turkic features. I am disgusted by my mixovarvaroi mestizo visage and break down crying again for everything.

going to bed I drift to sleep as the self pitying thoughts pass through my mind. I cursed my ancestors for migrating to the Anatolian plateau and betraying the turkic race by mixing with the non mongoloid races and diluting my birthright.

then I saw the dream, a giant Bird in the sky, "Get up my son" he uttered his voice thundering through the sky. I got up and spotted a Black bull riding towards me. "Tengri? Kara Boga?"

"awake now, and be free"

the bull touched me and I woke up. The feeling of immense cold chilled my core. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in a tightly packed tent like structure. getting up i saw that the outside was covered by snow and I was no longer in Izmir, it was a small village with a few Yurts.