Then she’s visited by someone from The Hague investigating war crimes, and she learns that she has an uncle who lives like a hermit behind a monastery, also somewhere in Greece. A lamp she buys from the antiques dealer reminds her of an New York apartment she once lived in, but it’s the 1960’s, well before she was born. Bits and pieces of what might or might not have been past lives appear in brief visions. She takes walks, befriends a kindly old antiques dealer who might have been a Nazi and a French woman who helps people remember their past lives. Lydia spends her days watching the sea and the changing light, trying to remember who she is. She vaguely recalls arriving in Santorini with a one-armed man whom she calls David Copperfield, who takes care of her. In The Weary God of Ancient Travelers, Lydia Warren has a particular kind of amnesia.
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