Ziba, resting on her mother’s arms, recalls her life, her village, while the shabby overcrowded boat on which they are traveling, sails across a sinister and threatening sea. They are running away from war, looking for a life in peace, imagining a welcoming host country where they might fulfill their dreams.

“Ziba came on a boat. An old and crowded fishing boat that rustles and groans while it raises and falls, raises and falls, sailing an endless sea…”

 A book about imagination and the misty memories of a lost home.