Let’s start this story, my story, since the beginning, since I was not born yet. It sounds a bit like a movie, and actually it recalls the Captain Corelli’s Mandolin movie. It was something in between 1940-1945 and my grandfather was sent to Kefalonia,…
I am not sure how I came across Colour Greece. I was in London and not even yet decided to move to Greece. Surfing on facebook or instagram, I discover Avrokomi and Vasiliki’s project about colouring books about Greece. I am not a fan of…
It was epic. It was emotional. From the very first time in Santorini for holiday, something like 10 years ago, I always thought that IF (when?) I had moved to the island, my arrival would have been by ferry. Every time I was on…
One night, in early April, in the garden of the restaurant where I am working I noticed that two people where sitting who I had not seen before. They were two young boys, very polite and nice. Manuel and his brother. First I noticed…