Achilles Alexandrakis sells fruit from a cart on a Chicago corner, but his heart lives elsewhere, in the Athens of his memory, where the Parthenon rose against sky he no longer breathes. He waits for someone to ask about his homeland. Instead, he gets indifference, small change, the casual dismissal of a city that sees only his accent and his weathered hands. Then comes Betty Harris, a wealthy meatpacker's daughter, who stops at his stall and asks about Greece. And for one bright moment, Achilles remembers he is still a man with a country, a history, something to offer. When Betty is kidnapped, the quiet fruit vendor becomes something no one expected, not least Achilles himself. This is a novel about what it means to be foreign in a place that won't see you, and how one small act of recognition can make a man feel he exists again.
