What was life like for the first women who came to Oxford to study? How were prospects of science and prospects of marriage aligned?
Stalin had the wrong kind of love.
My compilation of Turkish songs about the flower or a girl called Yasemin, tracks with introductions, with bonus songs in Greek and Serbian.
Migrating as a child, getting lost on the highways of Istanbul with my mother. Other mothers longing after their children lost to another continent.
Running for your life. Grandmothers and grandchildren.
Why can we not think about a good future anymore? Why can we not imagine a good society? Where do we go, from earthquakes, train accidents, climate and environmental disasters and robots writing poetry?