The Chronicle is the result of some lengthy journeys in the Near East and speaks of the so close yet almost unknown Syria, which was once great but is now deeply wounded.

On its pages, gods, scribes, and merchants move; proud cities rise; Greek whispers are heard; religions struggle with conquerors. At the same time, there are gardens with lemon blossoms, fortresses, and warlords, troubadours, as well as everyday people—pawns in the relentless plans of the powerful.

From the ancient times of Astarte to five days before the war begins, the narrative is a tribute to days of love, hate, glory, and tears, presented with acuity, boldness, tenderness, and hope.