惯性聚合 高效追踪和阅读你感兴趣的博客、新闻、科技资讯
阅读原文 在惯性聚合中打开

推荐订阅源

D
Docker
I
InfoQ
L
LangChain Blog
阮一峰的网络日志
阮一峰的网络日志
Y
Y Combinator Blog
博客园_首页
Martin Fowler
Martin Fowler
宝玉的分享
宝玉的分享
A
About on SuperTechFans
Apple Machine Learning Research
Apple Machine Learning Research
Vercel News
Vercel News
T
The Blog of Author Tim Ferriss
C
Check Point Blog
B
Blog RSS Feed
Cyber Security Advisories - MS-ISAC
Cyber Security Advisories - MS-ISAC
Engineering at Meta
Engineering at Meta
B
Blog
爱范儿
爱范儿
Stack Overflow Blog
Stack Overflow Blog
aimingoo的专栏
aimingoo的专栏
WordPress大学
WordPress大学
F
Fortinet All Blogs
月光博客
月光博客
GbyAI
GbyAI

Yusuf Aytas

When Code Is Cheap, Does Quality Still Matter? Why Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon Is a Masterpiece Why We Ignore Advice The Mirror Is Part of the Machine When Too Many Maps Overlap on One Person The Work Runs on Different Maps Your Work Introduces You Trial By Fire The Dude Why Headcount Math Lies Capacity Is the Roadmap The Roadmap Is Not the System Torres del Paine W Trek Escaping Status Theater Incentives Drive Everything Scaling Culture Without Dilution What Good Looks Like Why Airport Security Feels Random Why Politics Appear How to Work with Me The Janus Protocol Multi-Horizon Delivery Framework What Good Execution Looks Like Managing Your Manager Why Kingdom of Heaven’s Director’s Cut Is Better AI Broke Interviews Most of What We Call Progress Managers Have Been Vibe Coding All Along Stop Wasting Brainpower Why Over-Engineering Happens
A Trip To My Village
Yusuf Aytas · 2021-10-31 · via Yusuf Aytas

Published · 4 min read

I was born in a remote village in Turkey, in the northeastern province of Bayburt. It is called Gökçedere, named after the small river that divides the village into two parts. That stream still runs through the settlement and remains part of the village’s identity. But Gökçedere is not its original name. It was once called Pulur, a name that appears in Ottoman records. The village itself is quite old, dating back at least to the 16th century. I only learned much later in life that it had such a long history.

My village has existed under the rule of many empires and states. The wider Bayburt region passed through Urartian, Persian, Roman, Byzantine, Seljuk, Akkoyunlu, and Ottoman periods. It also stood along an old corridor linking Trabzon, Erzurum, and farther east toward Tabriz, which made it part of an important trade route. Those routes brought people from many different regions. Some groups from Central Asia migrated into the area in waves, though it is difficult to know exactly when or how they reached one specific village. In the wider region, this Turkmen background is often associated with Oghuz groups such as the Çepnis, one of the 24 Oghuz tribes. So most likely, we are at least partly descended from the Çepnis. That may explain why the village, and my own family, still carry traces of a nomadic culture.

The village still preserves visible traces of that long past. One of the best-known examples is the old mosque and medrese complex, which dates to 1517. There was also a hamam nearby, although it survives only in a damaged state. Even in a small place, these details make you feel that the village was once more connected, more active, and more layered than it might seem at first glance. Much of that past is forgotten now. Few people in Turkey today could point to Pulur on a map.

The nomadic culture still appears in food, language, household goods, and clothing. For instance, kurut, dried yogurt, and et kurusu, dried meat, are still popular. I especially love kurut in soup because it gives it a unique taste. Drying food was practical for nomadic people, since it made it easier to move from place to place. This was especially important when people traveled on horseback. There are also everyday objects that reflect this culture, such as grass-filled mattresses and small portable tables.

Alongside its nomadic roots, the village also reflects the influence of nearby regions. Over time, people came from places such as Armenia, Georgia, Iran, north-central Turkey, and other parts of Central Asia. As a result, other subcultures were absorbed into the village’s nomadic foundation. That cultural blend remained remarkably intact. Even some shamanistic traditions from the Turkmens still survive, though most people do not realize that what they are practicing has such deep origins.

The geography reinforced these habits. Pulur stands at about 1,700 meters above sea level in a mountainous landscape. Winters can be severe. Temperatures in the district can drop to -20°C/-4°F. In a place like that, storage, endurance, animal husbandry, and practicality are not just habits; they are part of survival.

Like many villages in Turkey, Gökçedere changed over time because of migration. Many people left for larger cities in search of work, education, and different opportunities. Even so, villages like this preserve memory in a powerful way. Their past survives not only in records, but in names, habits, buildings, the landscape, and the way older traditions remain visible in ordinary life.

I took a couple of photos from the region.

Bayburt ShepherdBayburt Misty MountainsGökçedere ChickenGökçedere FieldsWild PearPoplar TreeGökçedere Winter SnowGökçedere MosqueBayburt Yusuf Aytaş