Myrna Tsapa

The chronicle of Loukas Kostoglou, a publisher devoted to poetry, and Marios, his assistant, who is love with Nina.

“No soul knows what it will earn tomorrow and no soul knows in what land it will die. “

Cairo 2010. Katinoula has grown old, but still actively serves a Greek-Egyptian lady of her age and origin. She does the chores around the house, haggles with the Egyptians in the marketplace and blesses each day even though what's left of her loved ones is just smiling faces in a picture. Where have all these people gone? All these years? Let them go... Let them be blown wherever...

“No soul knows what it will earn tomorrow and no soul knows in what land it will die. “

Cairo 2010. Katinoula has grown old, but still actively serves a Greek-Egyptian lady of her age and origin. She does the chores around the house, haggles with the Egyptians in the marketplace and blesses each day even though what's left of her loved ones is just smiling faces in a picture. Where have all these people gone? All these years? Let them go... Let them be blown wherever...