“It’s a girl and we will name her Sultana, which means sovereign!” shouted Giorgis above the cradle of his newborn daughter and treated the whole village of Eratyra Kozani.

Through Sultana’s eyes, two fiery coals, passed the entire history of modern Greece. The Asia Minor Catastrophe, World War II and the brutal German Occupation. Liberation and then the terrible Civil War, which soaked the land with blood, traitors, collaborators, the Colonels’ Junta, the Metapolitefsi, and even the onslaught of the International Monetary Fund.

Fate marked her from childhood and her whole life became a… Cloudy Sunday. She never lived a dawn. Only bitterness and pain. The Germans killed her first husband, the partisans the second, and at twenty-seven, a widow with three babies, she had to fight gods and demons.

And then a terrible event made her lose the ground beneath her feet. That black fate was not yet finished with her…

The shocking true story of a woman made of the rare metal of a heroine, a bright beacon spreading hope.