Stories of winter: frosty, crystal clear, in familiar and foreign worlds, with Christmas flavor or not, with a happy ending or not. Stories of the village and the city, stories from now and from once upon a time. These stories are united by the snow and the fire that flickers against the cold.
Who is talking and who is listening? The voices are many, and the voice that embraces them welcomingly unwelcome:
The stories in all the worlds are as many as the mouths that speak and mutter, that promise and betray, that love and spit medicine. I know them all, but you won't hear them from me, because I don't tell stories - except mine.
I am the shadow under the waters, I am the rock that is shaped like a man, I am the thunderous laughter of the air – and it is the light of my lamp that you follow and lose yourself in the forest, instead of being in danger it leads you to apogee, to engrave the mercy of the day.
When you are here, reach out your hands to my shelves, stroke the pages with your fingers, the words with your eyes. Whether you cry or laugh, whoever, whoever and whatever you are, you will leave with wealth greater than when you came, even if your pockets are empty.
Written by: Giorgos Angelidis, Andreas Antoniou, Mary Voulgaris, Irini Manolakou, Marilena Mexis, Andreas Michaelidis, Rallou Skouludis, Giorgos Hatzikyriakos, Giorgos Hatzis
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