The birthplace holds a significant importance for each individual, one's roots is said that you can not deny, and it follows that the "native village" it brings in anywhere you go as a kind of tattoo on the heart.

It almost always comes the day when you want to return to relive the childhood places, it was more or less joyful.

You go back, even if the feelings and emotions that result can be quite contrasting: sometimes you may also be disappointed because memories and nostalgia have the power to distort reality.

My country in a novel so faces "a return."

The narrative voice is that of a woman who, after years of living elsewhere is considering whether to return to live permanently in the stone house where she was born.

And while strolling through the lanes, look carefully at everything that surrounds it, is determined to enclose his country in a novel because he discovered with regret that memory falls asleep and remarkable events, a change in the conformation of the territory, they have been lost which, through testimonies and documentary research, it tries to rebuild.

It is located in a remarkable emotional distress because he realizes that the country bore in his heart no longer exists or perhaps evolved not entirely positively or, perhaps, she has to be changed.