I, Odysseus, son of Laertes the Gardener and Anticlea, the best of mothers. The grandson of Autolycus Hermesides, generously showered with praise and blame to this day, and Arcesius the islander, forgotten almost immediately after his death. Great-grandson of lightning and caduceus. Lord of Ithaca, piles of salty stone at the very outskirts of the Ionian Sea. The husband of the tear-stained woman who is now sleeping in silence behind him; father of a baby tossing and turning in a cradle. Hero Odysseus. The cunning Odysseus. I! I... There are so many of them, these “I”. And everyone wants to come back. Even before they have left, they already want to return. So how could it happen otherwise?!