... by Orhan Pamuk is about a poet ... his wandering in Kars, searching for his silent soul, being lost together with the senseless politicians who are leading the courageous humanity to yet-another pitfall, while along the way, he encounters love, its associated pain, and the ever omnipotent presence of God ...
"After leaving Kars, Ka apparently read a number of books about snow. One of his discoveries was that once a six-pronged snowflake crystallises it takes between eight and ten minutes for it to fall through the sky, loses its original shape and vanish. When, with further enquiry, he discovered that the form of each snowflake is determined also by the temperature, the direction and strength of the wind, the altitude of the cloud, and any number of other mysterious forces, Ka decided that snowflakes have much in common with people ... ....
And by the time he was recording these thoughts in the notebooks, Ka was convinced that every life is like a snowflake: individual existences might look identical from afar, but to understand one's own eternally mysterious uniqueness one had only to plot the mysteries of one's own snowflake".
