Anatolia is reminiscent of long forgotten stories, cultures long lost, thousands of years of drama, great people and love for the earth. It is the stage for pride, arrogance and presumption, all or nothing, defiance and softheartedness; it is the smell of victory and defeat. It is the taste of love and betrayal. All were here: The great Hittites, the Greek, the Romans, the Byzantines, the Mongols, the Skythians, the Seljuks and Ottomans. The whispers of spirits and ghosts with their stories of the old silk road. The earth, scarred and scorched, beaten and blood drenched, has taken and given. It has fed and quenched countless settlers, armies and visionaries. This is the land of heroes and defenders, of cowards and assailants. It has seen formidable conquests and hideous genocide. It has seen earliest Christians spreading a new message of hope and it has witnessed superior Islamic thought and development. This is heaven and hell, the home to humankind, the great Wide Open. 

(from Songs Without Music)

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