First of all the golden stories: the story not of a person, but of a city! Because cities have what we humans have too: a name, life and death, friends, faces, moods, sorrows… Each with its own beauties, its own difficulties, its own sky. There are eternal cities. Cities of God and cities of gods (tame and wild). Rich cities and others with no luck under the sun, their houses just shacks. Underground cities (wonderful) and sunken cities – some of which you see from the foam, others you can only imagine. Cities of the sun, of the rain, of the mist. There are even invisible cities, and their stories are wonderful. We know closed cities and open cities, unfortified cities and castle-cities… Finally, there are wooden cities, stone cities, iron cities, and golden cities.