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The Karagöz puppets (and I) review The Globalization of Love


Today, I woke up and the puppets were waiting for me, çay bardağı (tea glass) at the ready just as sugary and lemony as I have learned to like it, to tell me the news.  “M’lady,” they said, “you have a … Continue reading

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