"I want you to be mine. I can't bear to share you anymore. I would rather not have you at all if you don't belong only to me." The tone was apologetic, the phrase simple and oft-repeated. But no one had dared to say it to him until that moment. But she said it. She. The girl with the snail."

She arrived at the Hellinikon Airport from London on March 26, 1969. She arrived holding a small, injured snail in her palm. And from there, always with the small snail protected in her closed hand, she went to Matala. There, where she had been promised the paradise of nature. And of the hippies. In Matala, the paradise of freedom. And of Joni Mitchell. And of Harry. Especially of Harry. She stayed until May 1969, waiting, along with the flower children from all over the world, for the summer of love. But it never came... Because that May, what happened, happened.

A novel about a girl who believed that the greatest freedom of the heart is to be able to belong, and about a boy who could not fall in love. On the most carefree beach in the world, the famous Matala. Under the unique sun of Crete, with the African wind blowing in the Libyan Sea, driving away the stories of the then proper society.

For many years, the beach was associated with the hippies, with innocence, purity, love, carefreeness, freedom. In a magical piece of land, which not even the dictatorship touched. Loves were born, intrigues were created, and the famous caves where the hippies lived filled with memories, making the people who passed through there, even for a little while, cry with nostalgia when they see them now. Diary by diary, story by story, photo by photo, I too came to know this place that I had never seen before in my life. I had been learning about it for many years, at first out of interest and then simply because I could not do otherwise. The beach drew me in, the air of the Libyan Sea marked me, and a part of my mind was always in Matala and in Crete. I almost came to see their stories before my eyes, to walk mentally on the beach winter and summer, to want, even for a little while, to live the dream. The fairy tale.