The Chronicle is the result of several days of travel in the Near East and speaks about the so close but almost unknown Syria, which was once great but now deeply wounded. In its pages, gods, writers, and merchants move, proud cities rise, Greek whispers are heard, and religions struggle with conquerors. Contemporary gardens with lemon trees, fortresses and warlords, troubadours, but also everyday people-pawns in the ruthless plans of the powerful exist. From the ancient times of Astarte to five days before the war begins, the narrative is a reference to days of love, hatred, glory, and tears, presented with acuity, daring, tenderness, and hope.