When Abe – a young man with dreams of belonging – went to live in his parents’ country, he went to his family’s village and had a tomb built in the churchyard for future use. Life went on, with work, children, schooling. Three decades later the tomb was still unoccupied when, during the civil war, the cemetery was destroyed. Abe’s grandchildren joined the saga of emigration and started to become familiar with its pattern. In the twentieth century none of their ancestors – on their father’s side as well as their mother’s – spent their whole life in the same country. The different cemeteries in which each of them ended up indicated the itinerary of that saga.