He was another Turkish communist of universal reputation...He was not fameous for his communism - but for the might of his pen, his sense of humor and his humanity.

Guess what(who) haunted him all his life?

Beautiful story.
As for comunism and being comunist...
in the time this story was written, in an another place, King Ubu was performed in puppet theatres, still uncensored form of theatre...
What is beautiful is beuatiful.
Nor a man believes cannot be confounded with social mis-glidings. IMO, the latter may be far more complex than the individual and beliefs are strongly different from badly adapted idologies with undesired results.