When I was six years old, my father told me that I would know I had succeeded in my life when they stopped referring to me as "Latsis' daughter" or "Kourkoulos' daughter" and I would simply be "Erietta." What he didn't tell me was that between these two very heavy surnames, I would struggle a lot to find my identity. I consciously use the word "find" because Erietta always existed, just as the authentic self of every person exists.

This book describes the journey of the thirty years of my life, during which I managed to return to my authentic self. During these years, I experienced beautiful moments, but also difficult ones. […] I laughed, danced, and traveled a lot, but I also hit rock bottom, felt fear, cried, and despaired. In those moments, I was kept standing by my beloved people, whom I was not ashamed or hesitant to lean on, and by my dream to use the luck and strength I was given to contribute to a better world for everyone. Without this purpose, I would have been lost in a meaningless existence from which I could not survive.

Today, I can finally say that I stand on my own two feet and know very well who I am – I AM ERIETTA.