The day tyranny died is a tragicomedy about romance in a geopolitical sect. Aiming to “make evil personal,” the sect initiates its members into a disturbingly reasonable idea: assassinate dictators and leave the population alone. It would be the political intervention least costly in terms of human victims. Five intellectuals and artists are operated to become lookalikes of narcissist leaders about to join a NATO meeting. A medicine made of myrtle and wormwood, created four thousand years ago by the Aphrodite cult, will embolden the killers. One member can sabotage the plot, a timorous professor struggling to impress a young activist he met once on a plane yet considers his soulmate because of her fragrance which nobody else scents.
