"...And finally we arrived at the monastery, at the top of the mountain, where "no Turkish foot had stepped", because besides its brave men, it was also protected, according to tradition, by Panagia Yiatrissa.

Sky, Taygetos and low, very low, to make you dizzy when you look, sea and above all tranquility, so much tranquility that you can hear the beats of your heart and your breath without feeling tired.

Perhaps in this blessed place, the idea was born for the first time to learn something more about my grandparents, whom I had never met. And this stimulus came to add to other previous ones, starting from my father's village, Kampo of Avia, but also from Kalamata and Athens. Bitter stimuli, which I carefully stored in the depths of my soul for years, because they always aroused endless feelings of sadness and anger and a huge "Why?" that I couldn't answer.
But this time I decided: not only to search, by delving into the past as far as I could, for the roots of my father's and mother's families, but also to "face" the past and narrate the unfolding of History of three -perhaps even more- centuries through the eyes of a family, a Maniot family, my own family, by opening a Window to History..."