Friday, 2 October 2026 · Almaty

The text of a clay tablet: a letter to his mother from a son who complains that she does not buy him fine clothes, while the clothes of the other young gentlemen grow finer with every passing year

The text of a clay tablet: a letter to his mother from a son who complains that she does not buy him fine clothes, while the clothes of the other young gentlemen grow finer with every passing year

The boy cites the son of his father's assistant, who has two new sets of clothes.

"Even though you bore me, and his mother merely adopted him, his mother loves him, and you do not love me!"

3,500 years have passed, and so little has changed.

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