Δtales with heroes of long-spent youth and fading middle age.
Peeled stories, like shadow wanderings that lead to despair, some to purification, but never to oblivion.
Guided tour of streets that shout and people who remain silent. Neighborhoods where the lumpen mixes with the decent, in a city from the 60s to today. Seemingly anemic beings, in spaces hidden by the fringes in the dim light.
What happens to a night shift taxi driver, what is friendship a la English, what are proofs of love, how many old photos does one need?
Because suffering is the poetry of the poor.
Close Repa -
Excellent writing. It captivated me, I read it in one go and saw, heard, smelled, walked the alleys of Thessaloniki. I enjoyed it.