by Joe Sinclair
by Glyka Stoiou
Visual artist Chrysi Amanatiadou and I grew up together. My childhood, adolescence, college life and adulthood is filled with memories of her, with youthful folly, with laughs—countless laughs—with playing, with stories, with arguments and with adventures. We were both moulded in Goumenissa with the images of Mount Paiko, the smell of must, its Brass Bands, its customs and traditions, its colours, its people. There we learnt to love unconditionally, to forgive, to assert ourselves, to create, to resolve our differences, to laugh loudly.
Link to article
Read in Greek