: Men and women formed a chain, locking shoulders. Their movements mimicked the crashing waves of the Black Sea and the swaying of the forest trees. The faster Kerem played, the faster their feet moved, kicking up dust in a synchronized frenzy.
One summer morning, Kerem stood on a rocky outcrop overlooking the valley. In his hands, he held his tulum, its leather smooth from years of play. He began to play —not just as a melody, but as a call to the people scattered across the yaylas (highland pastures). gГ¶khan birben 'derrule'
As the first sharp, rhythmic notes pierced the fog, the village below stirred. : Men and women formed a chain, locking shoulders