Sasmos
The man raises his hand and points. The seven shots that are heard pale in front of the cry of the child: "Father...". True or false? Coincidence or vendetta? Situations get complicated and take an uncontrollable turn.
A second death follows – this time a woman. "They don't kill women and girls. Look elsewhere for the killer. No to vendetta…” The words of the mystics sound utopian.
"Take our girl and leave Crete immediately. He won't let any more harm happen. Go away..." A mother and her daughter, overnight, disappear from the face of the earth. A key is left hanging on the wall and a mandinada stands endlessly.
Mountains and seas, songs and curses, rage and caress. In the contrasts of fire, people build their dreams. However, will and passion are not enough. Everything can be turned upside down in an instant.
An endless cycle of blood continues and the old vendetta, like a nightmare, spreads terror between two villages of Crete. Words never had enough power to describe such extreme feelings. What could bring reconciliation, the longed-for Samsus?
