Her identity reads Rhea Frantzi, lightly dressed, she has some money, sitting with her back against the opposite wall of the small eatery, in the square of Ano Kambos, across from the white church, thousands of years after the Revelation, nine hundred years since monk Christodoulos built a monastery where the temple of Artemis once stood, three days since she separated from her husband.

The white church pierces the blue sky, for the first time she sees the Greek flag alive before her eyes. Under the flag, an armored blonde world parades, going to bake in the sun, going for a swim, rushing to rest. No one notices the flag standing invisible, only a woman who has just divorced is able to perceive it, she takes off her black glasses and the sun blinds her.

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