"First time I approached the oasis and she came directly to my tent, as if she had come to us countless times. She was carrying a book, two images, in the form of her Lord and His Mother, and a small pouch of water. I offered her bread.And a new dress.
We grew up friends. We exchanged a few words. Me surrounded by the grandchildren of my sons, whom she named after the three wizards from the east. She alone. We were both crying. Me for her. She for the desert and maybe a little for me.
"My little owl!", he told me when we parted. Even today I don't know why.
My sons accompanied her. And my sons' sons. All the way to Jordan.
"Here I go alone," she told them. And they stopped the camels. Came down. Look at each of them separately. "May the Lord bless you," he told them. And he left. Without looking back.
She was seen marking the sign of the cross on the river bank and crossing the water with calm steps, as her Lord is said to have done.
This is the last we know of her. And that I loved her very much. I loved her very much. My Petcana."
The distinguished Serbian author takes us on a journey through the years of Vasilios the Bulgar-killer and introduces us to Petkana, a beautiful young woman who from the palace and the side of the emperor prefers training in the desert of Palestine with incredible struggles in a distant and different world, in a spiritual world.
From the streets of Vasilevoussa, in the desert of temptations, we witness an unequal struggle that nevertheless has a victorious result. The young beauty Petka, Paraskevi from the port of Eastern Thrace, the Passengers, Agia Paraskevi from Kallikrateia, not yet well known in Greece, but adored protector and supporter of Serbs, Bulgarians and Romanians invites us on a nostalgia trip of another homeland ... Eternal and divine.