It was as if I was expecting it. To manage to immerse myself with my heart, my mind, my deepest feelings In the embrace of the sun… When I started writing about Crete, oh, I thought I would never finish. How is it possible to deal with this piece of land, with its such strong energy, and not be swept away? My eyes filled with light, my senses with colors and scents. I smelled dittany, thyme, sage, oregano… Crete is love, love! I was writing and I heard the words of the beloved Kazantzakis screaming inside me. I was writing and struggling to bring to life “suns,” in a time that needs them so much. In a time that begs us to illuminate the extinguished suns of others. It is so easy to discover the sun on this island, I thought. And I delved deeper and deeper into its history and traveled to the Battle of Crete.
In a powerful true love story, nestled for years in my mind. In the love of a Cretan girl and a German man. In those painful, unbearable years, the years of war. My writing felt like a tribute to that woman who somewhere, somehow, once, opened the depths of her soul for me. She wanted to remain anonymous. And I swore to grant her wish. Not to mention the slightest thing about her. Only her story. In this novel, I pay tribute to Elisso. “Once upon a time, my dear, once upon a time…” she began to tell me, speaking with tears about her unique love, her own sun…
