Goodreads asked Behcet Kaya:

What mystery in your own life could be a plot for a book?

Behcet Kaya As a young boy I loved climbing the mountains just northwest of my village. One day I climbed on top a huge boulder and found a circular pool full of rain water. Our elders used to do same when they were teenagers, and spread the word about deaths occurring there while climbing that particular boulder. Not only was the boulder incredibly immense but also sat on top of a precipice. Since this was a rural area, there were no authorities to stop us boys, and we continued to dare each other to climb, despite the warnings. We'd cup our hands, fill them with water, and throw it up into the air to show the other boys waiting at the bottom of the boulder. The water we threw into the air would create silvery, sparkling rainbows under the slanted rays of the sun. Several years ago I made my first visit back in more than 50 years. One of my first thoughts was to climb the mountain and find that bolder one more time. But my hiking buddy informed me that the pool of water on top of the bolder had been blown up to recover treasure hidden there.

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