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At last.
From my balcony of my Greek apartment, I look over the sea. Far across the strait I see the dim north side of Lefkada. Its mountains, rising from the sea, look menacing. If your gaze lingers it is as if you are sucked into another dimension. The day has just passed.
Dusk is now slowly starting to fall. The moon shows her face. Lady Luna is the guide of the coming night. The moon always has a magical influence on me. I stare at her light with which she paints the world with unprecedented beauty.
In my head, shadowy thoughts cross each other. We live in our brains. We actually have subjective lives!
Life on the other side signs through the lights of the villages. The atmosphere of the falling dusk is thereby enhanced. The reflection of those lights shining through the ripples of the sea.
Gusts of music echo through to my balcony. Somewhere a laugh sounds. Occasional murmurs blow by. My own world seems far away and no longer seems to exist.
My sketchbook lies untouched on the table. The Greek landscape gives me a melancholy mood. Everything seems far away: war, pain, sadness and loneliness. I listen to the stars, which slowly appear and compete with the light of the moon.
Greece, the land of the great philosophers. Once the center of Western civilization and where once the…
