«My name is Avgi. Just Avgi. I was born on November 25, 1931, in the outskirts of Lamia. I have been in Old Trikeri for about a year. They brought me here in June 1949 along with other women.

But Trikeri is not a place of exile. It is hell itself on earth. Not the island, of course, but those who hold our fates in their hands. Our jailers. They are our hell.»

The female nature is like the wind: invisible, yet powerful.

Discovering an old notebook, Anastasia travels to the disastrous past. When the two sides stand in front of a mirror seventy years later, myths and realities have only one face. The truth.