This is how a period of two months in lockdown can be condensed into just one day.
This is how fast feelings intertwine with one another in that very context.
This is how space can become the canvas where the real and the fictional can be formed.
This is but a strange day, suspended between reality and fantasy.
Every time I think of Grace I feel like hovering and watching from above the images of the years we spent, living together in this small apartment in the center of the city.
The space sometimes looks like a shelter, sometimes a prison, familiar, desirable, sometimes unbearable. The images come and go until the space is empty and again from the beginning.
“In Stavroupoli, on the north-west of the city, modern settlements appeard duringthe first half of the 20th century, when Thessaloniki began to spread beyond its historic walls. During the First World War units of the Orient were installed in the area, in whitch large chifliks (landed estates) still dominated. As a tragic reminder of the War, the largest military cemetery in the country still exists in a neighbouring municipality. The area was later settled by refugees seeking a new home, whitch definitely marked thw area.
Text : Hercules Papaioannou