I live in Athens and ever since I remember myself I see around remains of past times. Abandoned, crumbling buildings falling apart; the marks of time on them; yet, alive. They have plenty of stories to tell; you only have to keep quiet and listen. Their roofs are sinking little by little. They end up bare, naked with their beams out there; with nothing to hide anymore. Just standing there, exposed and unprotected. Within them, trees grow.
And they keep on existing and so do we; as if in parallel lives…Life in Athens seems like falling apart. Its people are also naked and unprotected. Dreams, desires, loves, passions falling apart. Who knows, though, maybe at some point trees will spring up.