In the evenings I used to pray to Gods of the sea to grant me my return to my home land. Now it is my turn to come from the waters and take the place of those whose judge I, among others, have been. It is my turn to be wiser. Listen… Right at this moment there, in the markets, at the ports, from Freattys to Heatonia, the people of our City stroll in the streets, among the public buildings and the temples. Some of them are bound to remember my struggles so they can be free, while there must be some who also remember my kindness to them. I do not want them to remember any of these things. For me it will be enough if they remember this man who came from the waters to take root again in his homeland, like Ulysses.