It takes a thorough sifting of the ego to see if something solid and compact remains in the sieve, which makes you truly (and in my case painfully) different from those around you. I do not claim to have achieved this selection, but it is a fact that the reactions of others to my behavior often showed that I was strange in their eyes. While they would never think such a thing about my mother. She, beautiful and enigmatic, dynamic but also emotionally hermetic, seemed to have an unshakable inner balance and security in the many dramatic turns of her life. He, active, well-traveled, but insecure and vulnerable, always felt foreign in his environment. She is the mother, he is the son. Her death becomes for him the trigger for a retrospective, with the late wisdom but also the unresolved questions of old age, into their parallel life and their tension-filled relationship, in a Greece and a world that were constantly changing between the 1950s and our days. A novel about the attitude of two diametrically opposed characters towards life and their way of experiencing their identity – their own and that of their place.