How do you tell the story of a family when the common language is lost in the diaspora?
When memories are deceptive and beloved relatives have been scattered all over the world for generations?
In her acclaimed autofictional novel, the great Italian storyteller Igiaba Scego goes in search of clues between Mogadishu and Rome. She tells of mothers who were thought lost and brothers who were found again, of a childhood in Africa and school in the north of Rome, of the wounds of colonial history that are carried down through the generations – and of the great hope that lies in storytelling.