Text by Kostas Danousis
Pictures by Rita Filippousis
You don’t need a PhD in Landscape Archeology to feel the magic of the unique, natural agricultural and structured landscape of Tinos inland. It only takes a rod for stick (a truly useful tool: we often ride on it while others feed and beat it!) and good mood; mostly being in the mood for getaway from the daily routine; resistance in TV & Social Media unworthiness; the long-standing controversy between the turtle and the butterfly!
Light rain was a threat in every moment for the recurrent openings of the sky, aspiring to make us go back… but the wet (in the broader sense) are not afraid of the rain… and the recompense was lavish! In every corner there was a distinct surprise!
A field, some steps were marking rare pictures of human wisdom and sensitivity on the Tinian rural canvas! As long as you look for them! From the moment you take off the glasses of daily turbulence, a common wall support acquires identity. Without wanted to, you slowly begin to recognize valuable aesthetics at the humble building. The only thing you have to do is bend a little bit so as to see the great one!
So, we carried on really enchanted, jumping from step to step and allowing to the sparse raindrops to cool our forehead. You will never get wet in Tinos agricultural landscape. You will find a place to get some rest. Our ancestors have made sure of that.
Lovely moments by the hands a man who did not wear a watch… and all these right next to us. This emotion that Kavafis talked about in “Ithaca” (Greek poem) is enough…