Vermio, Serifos, Chalkidiki, Athens: can landscapes of private memories become a theater of stories that would remind many of something about themselves? How is the material of a novel about childhood, memory, the language of refugees, distilled into the inevitable descent that is the second half of every climax?

In the modular poem Vermio Descent, the language sword-fights with slipperiness, attempting to give the descent the rhythm of a work.

(. . .) [Excerpt from the text on the back cover of the edition]