With the rooting of a story in nature, the landscape is born. The farewell of two people who meet somewhere in the Greek territory and then withdraw is a farewell to the landscape itself. The landscape slowly recedes and fades along with the temporary stories of meetings and farewells, expectations, and the painful nostalgia or redemption they leave behind. The question remains whether something indeed happened once or if the incident itself was a product of unbridled imagination, fantasy, and the construction of weak memory. This experience is carried by everyone at the moment when - for example - the summer season passes. The passing of summer is not only the farewell of another person or an occasion but also the separation from the landscape, which transitions into happy abandonment and oblivion. Every summer is the last summer, just as childhood years that pass are definitively and irrevocably our last childhood years.

Aegina, Sounion, Acropolis, Isthmus of Corinth, Maliakos Gulf, Milos, Santorini, Crete, Pagasitikos Gulf, Nestos River - these are places we remember after they have meanwhile been definitively lost. No more Aegina, no more Sounion, no more Acropolis, no more Isthmus, no more Maliakos, no more Milos, no more Santorini and Crete, no more Pagasitikos/no more Nestos River. The loss of the place is not only an experience of frustration, impulse, and inhibition of desire. The loss of the place is also the historical experience of contemporary colonization and its desertification.