The poster
Christodoulos and Andri Panayiotou
And old postcard...
...and some things that stay the same.
The hotel's sign, a deer.
Christodoulos was driving all the way, we passed through the dried dam of Alassia, found forgotten water resources at the uncle's abandoned house and the kids left a note; I didn't understand whom for.. Beautiful big trees appeared and the poet was coming to my mind more and more. Colonial beautiful red-bricked constructions, the house of Cleopatra, all remnants of other days, of wealth and hierarchies. I thought of India, Egypt and other explored lands. Passing the arched gate we arrived at the 1930's
Forest Park Hotel. The walnut sweet was divine, Mr.Kostas with the star sapphire on his ring and its story, the pool in the forest, made us all hang between the past and the future that the present is.
Christodoulos and Andri Panayiotou
And old postcard...
...and some things that stay the same.
The hotel's sign, a deer.
Christodoulos was driving all the way, we passed through the dried dam of Alassia, found forgotten water resources at the uncle's abandoned house and the kids left a note; I didn't understand whom for.. Beautiful big trees appeared and the poet was coming to my mind more and more. Colonial beautiful red-bricked constructions, the house of Cleopatra, all remnants of other days, of wealth and hierarchies. I thought of India, Egypt and other explored lands. Passing the arched gate we arrived at the 1930's Forest Park Hotel. The walnut sweet was divine, Mr.Kostas with the star sapphire on his ring and its story, the pool in the forest, made us all hang between the past and the future that the present is.
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