I became familiar with the unfolding of history, cultivated the ways to narrate it, became a storyteller, but I do not know how to create fairy tales. I tell them as I lived them, because I learned to listen to others. And I learned to respect multiple interpretations, different approaches, contradictory accounts; to examine all aspects, as they reveal themselves following their own rhythms - fully aware that certainties can be overturned at any moment and that possibilities lie in wait around the bend.

I got used to jumping from one space to another, making combinations and correlations, being carried away by associations, moving from the past tense to the present. Always in the company of the absent, the legions of angels and demons, fluttering around me and showing me the traces they left behind. These are my people. All wonderful. I cannot create new figures.

Maria Komnene Palaiologina, daughter of Emperor Michael VIII Palaiologos, who in the mid-13th century sacrificed herself at the altar of the foreign policy of the declining Byzantium -without ultimately losing face-, serves as the reason for historian Marianna Koromila to stand on the edge of her confessed life and the disciplined passion of storytelling.

Therefore, Marianna of Athens, flooded by Maria of the Mongols, with a radio voice and a comforting feeling, introduces us to the fluid world of historical research and the ancient art of wandering, ultimately gifting us the moving experience of history that becomes her narrative.