There are times when I seek these dense paths of the mind, not so much to roll back as to understand all this emotional burden for a broad map that defines me. And within it, there are all the things that made me and all the things that drive me further. The best moment is when time, past and future, converge in a moment, in an imperceptible vibration, that only you know, and this impression needs neither space nor light. It is born from the sense of a broad and rich gaze that you are not, by any means. You simply carry it, like a turtle carrying its shell, you are also a bit like a cave covered with skin and hair.

Memories, experiences, people, books, buildings... In this personal narrative, Nikos Vatopoulos unfolds a map through the flow of associative writing and leads us to an urban self-awareness that is also a study of the cycles of time and the power of memory. He gradually composes an alternative view of Athens in recent decades, with elements of biography, personal and urban, giving us a hybrid chronicle.