This book is my favorite of the two written by Mr. Kongoli, and again recommended by him. It, like the first I read, includes some phenomenal storytelling, and yet, from my perspective, it goes even further than the first one. I really enjoyed how the writer makes the differences between Eastern and Western Europe very visible, whether it be in a subtle manner or very direct. The book even ends on similar notes, which echos the sufferings of whole nations due to the viles of the communist regimes. I also enjoyed how Kongoli describes the regime in Albania, with the main character being a son of a relatively important family in Albania (due to friendship ties to a minister) and their downfall due to said ties - a painful reminisce to real life stories that I've heard from my fellow compatriots. In one of the chapters of the book, the persecution of the countries' intelligentsia was encaptured with it being described wonderfully-and-painfully at the same time as the cemeteries' cultural life being more vibrant and knowledgeable than that of the living on the Albanian lands. Finally, I would also like to point out the ivory dragon as a symbol of being accepted from and within another culture, another country, something that Albanian, as evidenced throughout the book, thought impossible at the moment.