I read this book while cruising down the Danube passing historical cities on an ancient waterway. It was a perfect match for that mood. So many passages to stop and ponder. Both poetic and political.
From the ruins of the library of King Ashurbanipal of Ancient Mesopotamia on the Tigris River a copy of The Epic of Gilgamesh is saved.
In 1853, Arthur Smyth lives in the slums along the River Thames. He will crack the cuneiform code to translate the poem.
In 2014, Narin, a young Yazidi girl is trying to avoid ISIS and return to her home in Lalish, Iraq to be baptized in its holy waters.
In 2018, hydrologist Zaleekhah lives on a houseboat on the Thames and bring all their stories together.
All the water that exists in the world now is all the water that has ever existed on Earth. What does the water remember and does it connect us one to the other?
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