Intro.
In the Shadow of the Horon
There was a village among the misty mountains of Giresun. In this village, evenings were spent with horon, and mornings began with the smell of tea. Ceylan was the most cheerful girl in the village. He and his cousins would get together every day, keeping up with the sound of the overalls in the evenings and preparing breakfast together in the morning. For them, life was the bread shared, the horon played, the conversation spoken.
One day, a military unit settled in the village. It was a temporary mission, but the villagers were wary. One of them, Lieutenant Turan, was disciplined, aloof and not accustomed to the mountainous air of the Black Sea. He was quiet, nervous. Especially when he saw the young people playing shouting every day, he became even more nervous.
One afternoon, a horon was set up in the village square. Ceylan started a game with his cousins. Turan was watching from afar. Although he didn't understand what was happening, his eyes remained fixed on Ceylan. She was smiling, the wind blowing her hair,