At the extreme point of Europe, mentally before than physically, I walked through a land that marked the beginning of the Western culture and was at the center of the ancient world. A land of borders, where the sun warms the colors and creates intense tastes, a land where two seas merges and vulcans still scare. And, as many places on the border, a land suspended between worlds and full of contradictions, as sharp as the shadows contours, where the past, especially the most recent one, is still alive, behind the corner of the most followed routes.


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