“Samira, she said again, this time audibly but with a low voice, as she smiled faintly at herself in the mirror. Katarina had picked the name from a shop that sold crystal vases. Samira. It had been a spontaneous whim which in an instant had become her new truth. A truth whose shielding falsehood Sherif might now be able to threaten. She detached her eyes from her face in the mirror and looked down into her coffee cup, the untouched milk foam reached slightly above the rim. The reflection of her camera next to the cup was a proof that she was now a photographer.” Chapter 4, Caught
” Finding the non-linear thread, I got mesmerized by the gripping life stories of these unusual people.” Truus Breukers, the Netherlands, author of “Wolfje en de oude geit”
These characters come from diverse and complex cultural and religious backgrounds, and they all look for what they believe to be the truth.
But many of these people are not who they appear to be, some are even not who they think themselves to be, and while often hiding what they truly think, they unconsciously draw each other deeply into convoluted stories that have no real beginning or end.
In this way, over a period of 50 years, the intentional or accidental relationships of the characters weave and uncover an undecipherable pattern created by their conditioned thoughts and beliefs.
Although they all contain a bit of myself and sometimes exhibit traits of people I met around the world, the characters are entirely fictional. Except one.
While everyone is somehow flawed, I love them all dearly, but I must warn you, a few don’t survive