From my little apartment in Chania, I look at the mountains across the bay. Mountains that have looked down on man for millions of years. Mountains, which have seen civilizations pass by. Chania, where cultures have merged in the history of time.
Arab, Byzantine, Venetian, Ottoman cultures, until the formation of a Cretan state. In the present, Crete has long been part of Greece again. Extraordinarily fascinating, what those bygone civilizations have left behind and contributed to the fascinating island that Crete is today.
It is a fortunate circumstance that those aforementioned cultures have coalesced into a unique area, as Crete is, in the Mediterranean. Its vibrations are still felt and visible in the people who live here.
The sea flowing through the bay was partly the eternal spectator, of those vanished civilizations. She, the sea, is like time, flowing back and forth in endless motion. The sea, from which we once emerged and may one day return to. A reverse evolution? The sea, stretching from the bay to the horizon. The horizon where air and water seemingly merge. Where the unity of water and sky is represented.
I look at the daylight, slowly shifting to the shadow of night. At people, still playing around in the water of the bay, like disabled fish.
