It is an intriguing experience to silently tip toe into these secret rooms of silent chapels,
that all seem to be set for the sentiments and curiosity of a movie director.
I let my camera search, for all simplicity in plastic, ingredients for life and death and hope
and all those images of saviors,
candles blown out or burning for those who live,
shades of Taxiarxis and Agios Giorgos.
The silence can leave me with a spooky sensation,
that turns into a wish to weave a story.
It happens often in Greece...