Flags, banners, drum rolls, loudspeakers. Crisis, injustice, indignation. The square becomes an arena. Far back, the wild animals awaken and roar. After this May, Athens longs for the Decembers of the past, of the Civil War, and spring doesn’t seems to want to arrive.
In a love story, Petros seeks for Sophia in the faces of deceased women, in the eyes of cats, silver birds, and old match boxes. Sophia, too, dreams of him, but she is burdened by guilt, the deserted city, the massacre that tries to persuade her that this is not the time for hearts and romance. Around them, a handful of people, friends and enemies, desperately chase their chimaera, searching within it for the time or the self that has been lost - something that is, perhaps, the same thing.
A novel about the anxiousness of a generation to survive and remain alive within the general state of misery. A story about the dangerous realism of life against the safe romanticism of death or about the cat’s rogue insolence against the victorious roar of the lion.
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