No one knows why they write a book, and this is not even trying to be one.Put it this way, at times one feels the need to put certain memories in order, to clarify ideas, understand a story, a person, a past.Or maybe, writing serves to remedy certain mistakes you’ve made, to make sense of an inadequacy that weighs on you, to justify certain stances taken, that in the end, have left you with a sense of guilt.This is from the writer’s point of view, then there are the readers.These people are level-headed, curious and want to know certain things, certain particulars of a person's life.This story is about my father, from when he was born to when he died.But it is not just his story, it is the history of a country and of a world that is changing.This book is about a great many people, relatives, friends and colleagues of my father.If I had to tell you what it has done for me I wouldn’t know how to reply.I hope it does something for you.