Dusting off the oblivion from the small lives of the people living in their first and second homeland, and bringing to memory faces, events, and situations, Dionysia Mousoura-Tsoukalas, in the stories she tells us in her new book, discovers for the first time the bitter truth: the road to return is closed.

Thus, free from the mythologizing of elements that can complicate her writing on an emotional level, she surrenders to the nostalgia of her description of the "life of immigrants," which she always narrates without glorifying it, and of the "other life," that of distant relatives back in her first homeland, and accepts the reality: our dreamed homeland has no geographical borders, our home is where the fire of our heart burns.

Her stories, written in balance, with nostalgia and realism, touch us, because in the end we discover that Dionysia never left...