Ninatta's Brancelet

The first large empire in the heart of Anatolia: The Hittite country...

The greed of ambitious kings for land. A history written in blood. Kadesh, the first great war in history. A hopeless longing. A young woman who experiences love as a sin. People cursed by Gods. A man who pays for his curse through war. A cruel world, two people whose love takes refuge in a rambling castle...

A scream coming from many years ago... A cry against war.

Welcome, oh traveler of far away roads, bearer of good tidings, you who carries the fatigue of wisdom on your shoulders, and the excitement of the unknown in your eyes, welcome to my old country, to the lands of the Hattians with its thousand Gods, to beautiful Hattusha...

Welcome to happiness fallen ill, to long-lived sorrow, to the lament that you will bring to an end. Welcome to orphaned streets, empty squares, to my poor home. I've been expecting you, for long nights and long days, for cheerful springs, saturated summers, tired autumns, and scorched winters, for many, many long years. Welcome.