If a brief description were needed, this book, the Third of the Evlampía tetralogy, could be said to be about alienation. It presents instances from the journey of a young physician who sought training and employment in a foreign country. He achieved everything he set out to achieve, learned all there was to be learned; and he had to pay the price. What is shown now in this tale is only one aspect of his adventure; he would have called it “the magic of the days,” which is his euphemism for the early steps into separation and eventual estrangement. His thoughts bear witness to the repetitions of an inescapable fate; they describe the stations of a descent to a world which, in the beginning, could have never been thought as possible. And his acts reveal a certain type of loneliness, which, for all its individual and temporal features, would be familiar to most emigrants. Least expected, however, and most curious to him – or perhaps quite predictable in the eyes of others – for all its cycles, his course will eventually take him somewhere: to a certain state of the heart and to the quietude of a worked for and long due return.