Afterword

Sophie & Dino Martiko

Sophie & Dino Martiko

When asking myself which season leaves its mark most deeply on my soul, I would have to answer that it is autumn, a time when I feel almost nostalgic. Something as simple as a yellow leaf, twirling to the ground, touches me deeply. Unwillingly, I am reminded of the past, not only of those who died, but the survivors as well.

For those remaining, I observe the coast of Albania, contemplating the high mountains surrounded by clouds. Like the legendary Aegeus I wait for the white sails to appear on the horizon.