Marielle lives as a sculptor in Amsterdam. On one of the first warm spring days, the forty-year-old returns from the flower market with a huge bouquet of red and pale pink tulips and finds a package at her apartment door. Old-fashioned and mysterious. The contents: diaries of her recently deceased mother, Franka. Throughout her life, Marielle felt misunderstood by her. This proud, aloof woman had always remained a stranger to her. Now she begins to read. About that long summer of 1944, which Franka spent at an estate in Tuscany. About an encounter that forever changed the young woman's life. And about a fate that seems to resonate across generations.