« Forgive us, reader if you think that you are holding a new guide-book about the green Erin. Better call it an invitation to travel,
after the trip. « Echoes from Ireland » go up the spring tide as far as the sources.
With the sovereign sleep of the peat, the past sufferings is mixed with the everyday life joys of the Irish people. The sovereign sleep of the peat mingles with the past pains and daily pleasures of the Irishman. Generous, tragic, funny and poets, aren’t they the living definition of the fancy we are craving for? This book is a dialogue. The language comes out fof the country-side by huge letters of peat. Between the words and levelling of images feel begins the exploration of Irish universe. »