Once upon a time a woman lived in Magdala, a small town on the lake.

Her life was full of personal tragedy, she lost her most beloved one and was a refugee on a boat to Europe.

Her story is the inspiration for writers and artists throughout the ages, Only mystics and artists seem sensitive 

to the bouquet of lust and devotion that surrounds her. One century she was a disgrace and the next a saint until today.

The past is like the present 

the tragedy of life is that history always repeats itself

did she only live a long time ago or is she a symbol of women of all times