“I enjoy playing with women. I get to know them over the phone. I analyze them psychologically. After many calls, I know their character. If I'm interested, I go out with them. Otherwise, I only have phone conversations with them. There are women who call me at midnight. One of them called me today. I met her at the bank. She came to pay a bill. The poor thing is divorced. Imagine a thirty-year-old woman being all alone. Not having a man to caress her. And at night, she comes like a dark veil. Who will help her? Who will understand that she wants romantic companionship? She tosses and turns in bed. She can't sleep. She caresses the buttons on the phone. She wakes me up. She takes me on a romantic journey. Her love words, her passion excite me. What pleasure. Her lips enchant me. Lips hidden in the light of darkness trying to discover where pleasure lies. Call me on the phone, I urge her. It does you good. She has been calling me for three months. When she hangs up the receiver, she feels better. The black veil covering her soul dissipates from the edges of a white veil undergoing a transformation, covering the dark forest...

Isn't it strange that for this unknown Dimitrios the Besieger, we know and understand infinitely more than what we know about the Macedonian strategist? The texts of Indzempelis relate to moments we have lived, images we have seen, events that are about to happen to us. They speak of bitterness, our unquenchable desires, our daily wounds, with knowledge and authenticity. The lost innocence, love, honor, the humanity and dignity of the simple person, this “small, great world,” has not disappeared. It simply burrows deeper within us to save itself from the bombardment of daily barbarism.

Elpidoforos Indzempelis is a young, contemporary writer who, like his name - as if by strange coincidence - ultimately brings us an optimistic and hopeful message for the future of our prose. Read him.

[Excerpt from the text on the back cover of the edition]