This is a strange love story.
This is the story of a hamlet on top of an arid hill on a little Mediterranean island. It is the story of a past society that lingered unnoticed and unperturbed into a comfortable but cruel present.
This is the story of a brief struggle between the poor Mediterranean peasant with all his traditions, fears and beliefs, and the powerful strides of time.
This is the story of a culture that died down silently and abruptly.
This is the story of how progress and a modern society can shove over the cliff, unceremoniously, all the traditions that make up an agricultural, rural community.
This is the story of an inevitable winner and a bewildered loser.
This is the story of Selmun.