Saturday morning, August 27, 1922. Just before the Catastrophe…

He took Despo by the hand and they stepped onto the large veranda overlooking the sea. They had done this many mornings in the past, but today everything seemed different…

They gently tilted their heads to the side, just enough to touch. Their gaze wandered toward the faint horizon formed by the dawn’s mist, as if seeing it for the first time.

In their eyes, blurred by emotion, the scene appeared like a precious painting, crafted with the indelible colors of their souls: of love and nostalgia.

“You’ll see,” Minas said, looking at the sea and the sun that timidly peeked out, there in the distance, where sky and sea became one.

“We will see this sea again, my love, and we will once more hear the sweet song of its waves… We will taste, as we always have, its saltiness and its intoxicating scent…

And then, everything will be better, and its song will be our song, and its taste, the sweet taste of our life…

A stirring novel,
based on true events,
about the power of memory,
the majesty of love,
and the silent endurance of people
in the face of History.