In the garden of Dionysia, Dionysos or Diasounios, on the island of Kos, the most beautiful flowers and fragrances sprout according to the seasons. In her kitchen, which shines with homeliness, the finest flavors of the West and the East are cooked. Somewhere between the zouboulia and the malebi, danger lurks like a black furry beetle. Step by step, in a mosaic of close-ups and flashbacks, Dionysia traverses the arch of knowledge. Ritual necessity defines each station of this journey towards the renewal of life through the mystery of death. "Angel and Dionysus, she will know everything, she will ascend and descend, she will touch the lives of others with her charismatic fingers and in return, she will give her own. The walls become paper, logic shatters, clothes no longer hide anything. From Kos to Athens, from 1997 to 2007, something was happening next to us that eluded us. Dionysia's passage through our great city illuminates this truth with a very strong light.