Whether long ago, from the days of Leonardo da Vinci until the late 19th century, or recently, from the early 20th century to the present day, human actions and desires are cultivated in the garden of Life and resonate along the paths of Existence.
There, people with illusions that appear pure and stubborn are squeezed together, such as love, passion, fate, the great, and the humble. Figures like the Mona Lisa, Johann Sebastian Bach, Mozart, old Zacharias, who brought the plague to Athens, Michalis the dentist, the cat from Lausanne, Franz Kafka of Hermann, Florence in the Louvre Museum, the beautiful daughter in Sighișoara, Otto von Bismarck, Mordecai the lover of Maria Theresa, Mother Gertrude, Sigismund, who entered the wrong room, and Lina Mamardashvili, who wasn't in a hurry in Tbilisi, emerge there.
The author crafts his discourse with understanding and as much sympathy, because when you weave a story, you must have yarn to knit. And because laughter is a hallmark of humanity, often to the point of tears.
