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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 you 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 your face looks quite byzantine with obvious mixture of Iranic features. I am disgusted by my mixovarvaroi 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 your 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 you saw that the outside was covered by snow and I was no longer in Izmir, it was a small village with a few Yurts.
I saw a small pond and my reflection was beamed back to me. I was aghast, my visage was now purely Asian mongoloid. your body was now hairless. I was now purely Turkic, free from the greek and persian genetics which chained you to misery.
I jump up and down with joy thanking Tengri for saving me. My asian turkic gf then came and invited me to dinner, a full horse head severed in front of me was cooked in a fire of which I took a piece off and consumed. meat was finally available to mw again. I cried tears of joy from my epicanthic folds.
I finally made it, I finally became turkic.
