"The old enemy", as we say an old account, an old disease that at some point and for unclear reasons reappears. So in this collection of short stories by Dimitris Nolla, fragments come to the surface that compose today's human face, in moments and situations that one would think had been registered, buried forever in the basement with old stuff. And what can this old thing be, when it manages every time to emerge with such intensity and penetrate the present, the contemporary?