Rain is falling in the coastal city of Kekropole. Bar regulars are having fun, the police hunt criminals, and the bikers hassle the girls who came to earn money from Halpa, destroyed by bombing. In Kekropole, a starving Minotaur wanders, and Theseus—a professional fighter from the “Eleusis” club—searches for a way through this labyrinth, otherwise the chain of murders will wrap itself around Kekropole three times over. Where are the gods looking? Or do we call them gods just because we don’t have a better word?!
The story of Theseus and the Minotaur is known to everyone. In G. L. Oldi’s new book it is told differently, forcing you to think: are we, the children of civilization, armed with gadgets and pistols, really any different from the helmet-shining heroes of Ancient Greece? Or maybe the Minotaur is a great equalizer?