Yes, he understood perfectly. But what he could not know - and it was not necessary to explain this to him - was the fact that the name Vicenzo and the surname Chironi had come together for the very first time from the mouth of their bearer. Sardinia in October 1943. Vincenzo Chironi lives between times: He is searching for his past and a future. He grew up in an orphanage in Trieste. For many years, he was the son of no one. Now he has a name again and is on the arduous journey to Núoro, to his family of origin, to his Sardinian homeland - which is not yet a homeland for him. In the house of the Chironi, the grandfather, the former master blacksmith Michele Angelo, still lives, with only his daughter remaining after all the tragedies. Everything feels like a restitution, a fateful miracle in this cursed family epic.