A phone call from a public hospital. A stranger dead. A will. An unexpected inheritance. And a letter that reveals an old story, a small story among those the great one never recorded, a crime left unpunished, an unhealed wound, a rebellion against injustice that took the dark path of vigilante justice. A cycle of violence that explores the dual power of the sense of justice, the power that makes man "human" but also a beast.

In these murky waters the narrator of the book is trapped, in a Greece 80 years later, an ahistorical child of oblivion, facing an unknown past awakening to reveal to him that he himself is part of it, that he is the heir of this past, always having been so whether he knew it or not, because what has happened does not cease to have happened merely because we do not know it.

The author on her book:
In 2017, the needs of a research led me to the archives of the Special Court for Collaborationists of Athens for the period 1945-1949. I was searching for a small piece of information and did not intend to spend more than a few hours to find it. I stayed for months. I left, I returned, I kept coming back, haunted by the surreal story narrated by those illegible handwritten pages, by the two extreme facets of human capacity constantly clashing within these court records: resistance and collaboration, atrocity and selflessness, heroism and moral degradation, self-sacrifice and cynical exploitation of collective suffering "for the purpose of enrichment".

These distant voices haunted me, voices that, amid extreme division, lawlessness, fear and uncertainty, hesitating and daring, denouncing and retracting, often without linguistic means, struggled to recount their personal tragedies. Seeking the justice that would allow them to continue living. Most did not find it. An acquittal due to doubts put an end to everything we ever learned about them, and their small unjust tragedies were lost to oblivion. What became of them? What became of all this unjust pain? How did they continue? How did we continue?