rock of monovasia, upper city; documenting the rock, the paths the buildings, the relations. In a maze of drawings and photos and sketches and means to measure and re-present... and out there where u least expect it, there appeared a figure, as if he was my mirror image, with no backpacks and cameras, sketcbooks and pencils but just a sincere, true and welcoming smile. I never saw him coming, since the sun was high and the heat terrible. After I developed the film he was there, proof that I hadn't dreamt of his emergence...