What an interview over the phone will never give you, is that adventurous feeling you get as you pack your bag, jump from the metro to the bus, go across the city, pass by new buildings, unknown streets, up to that calm square somewhere in the suburbs of Athens, where you get, finally, in a warm and sunny afternoon of January. What you will never see, from behind your unidimensional computer screen is the little cafés, the quiet school and its playground, the orange tree standing before the small and pretty house, whose door is open as you come, as if you had been awaited all this time, as if to say Come in. My home is your home.
A fleeting moment
What an article will never completely render is the beauty of a fleeting moment as you are welcomed with your favorite Greek biscuits and a cup of green tea, as you sit down in the warmth of one’s home and listen to their story. Some peaceful space Anna Stamou and I cherished as we got to discuss much more troubled and dark realities.