“[…] I have never forgotten my father […] He was my very own personal Greco (Greek). Except that this Greco was a Çeşmelian, from Ayia Paraskevi in Çeşme (Turkey), one of the four or five million Ionians of Asia Minor who, through their sacrifice and creativity, placed their seal on the cultural identity of our race. For the Greco from Cesme, this is like a delayed epitaph, a meagre collection of his stories, from a large body of work: short stories, novels and newspaper reporting. It is whatever has been preserved from the storm of journalistic confusion in the troubled years between 1910 and 1963 […]”. (p. 9-10)