#04

All around us, the people are changing. Everything is changing. The songs in the city squares, are coming out of soulless amplifiers. A girl is holding a bouquet of flowers. She is trying to sell it to someone. A passerby is throwing an old drachma coin in her dusty saddlebag. The girl is looking at the drachma – “Oh, this is not a proper coin! This is not a dollar!”

On the one side of the drachma there is an engraved ship. A ship with masts and douses. Not like the ones we know, with the big funnels. The girl is now sitting on the stairs of a church. She is looking at the ship on the rusty drachma and she is dreaming of long journeys to distant lands.
Under the heavy shadows of the huge buildings, the city noise sounds like the moan of the steep sea.