I have always searched for words. First those that would convince… Others. Then those that could comfort… Myself. I was always searching for words. Words that were hiding from me… And I let time decide… And now I am dying too… I am Cassandra. Cassandra… After. After a fall. And even more after… Perhaps until today.

The destruction of a collective madness and the dead end of an individual passion through the narration of a woman whose traces from then reach up to our days. The novel excavates myths, seeks moments from ancient tragedies and with an unexpected arbitrariness creates the portrait of an individual who chooses their destiny while an entire world is lost and a new one is born in its place.

A peculiar political reflection of yesterday, as it is reflected in today – always peculiarly.