21 April 2010

Salamina



































about an hour away from the Athens’ madness and just 15´ from Perama port, I was eating fish and clams, drinking wine, chatting with friends and enjoying the sea view. Salamina. glimpses of the past… children swimming and playing at the sea shore all day long, pilling the sand and catching crabs, counting how many dives on the row can each one do and checking whose skin is more suntanned and pruned. exploring the mysteries of the nearby beach, climbing on the rocks and scratching their knees, digging and picking seashells… facing the seawater trying to understand how this scarred, timorous, weak, hopeless, shallow, stupid, abhorrent person reflects in your place… whaaat?! where did that come from?! the heck with that! I don’t have time.