Corfu. Summer. Shade of a lemon tree.

“Aegean Notebooks” First page.

Corfu. Summer. Shade of a lemon tree.

I don’t know where to start. Maybe with the notebook. It’s lying next to me on the table, the edge slightly damp – the wind knocked over a glass of water. It contains everything I don’t want to forget. Everything that won’t be included in guidebooks. Everything that has a taste, a smell, a color. I’ve been living in Greece for several years now. First – Corfu. Now – Paralia Katerinis. And all this time I wanted to write things down. Not because I had to. But because my heart asks me to save them.

Sometimes it seems to me that I don’t live here, but dissolve. In tea with honey. In the shadows of olives. In the word “siga-siga”, which saved my nervous system. This notebook is like a saved sun. I hide days in it.

Maybe someone will read it. Or maybe not. But if you hold it in your hands, it means that something in you also responds to the Aegean Sea.

Continued on the next page.