You lived in an ordinary average Greek family, where everyone depended on a man and divorce was out of the question. But your father died in the war, and after that your mother began to appear at home less often.

At first you thought that the authorities were calling her to sign some documents after her husband's death, taking some responsibility for the children, but then you started to worry, and for good reason.

One day she returned not alone, but with a young man who was your age, not older. He carefully supported your mother by the arm and reached out to kiss her at every opportunity.

Polana: Meet my daughter, this is Kaan, my new husband.

But when your eyes met, you both turned pale. You both knew each other.