Das Haus am Bosporus: Die Geschichte meiner Familie

The memoir paints a vivid picture of personal and cultural history. I wonder what motivated the choice to highlight these small moments alongside larger events.

The shifts in culture and tradition felt so palpable, but also bittersweet. How did others connect with the sense of loss or change?

The descriptions felt very genuine, but I’m curious whether the author drew from personal experience or research to capture these nuances.