To Peter’s wooden house. Full shot.

Peter (N.o.T. Stone)

When did you come? Medium long shot.

Fotis

Yesterday.

Peter

You always come one day before…

Fotis

Whenever there’s a need… Time. So, it’s here where your liberty is?

Peter

Yes, on the Lagoon…

Fotis

Solitude as well with you…

Peter

Solitude is everywhere…Simply, it’s better seen here…

Fotis

Here, souls are open like wounds.

Peter
We are in the open sea. Time. You know, even people from Mesologgi who see our wooden houses every day, they cannot feel…

Fotis

The caress of the sea. Medium long shot.

Peter

Yes! Time. You, how do you know this?

Fotis

Once, I also was here …

Peter

John was right to say…Fotis is smiling without saying a word. If I didn’t live on the sea…

Fotis

The land would have hurt you…

Peter

The blood which has watered this land made it harder than death itself… Medium close shot.

Fotis

It is for this reason that the houses are so low.

Peter

They live with the blood of the land… Each house recalls what people forget.

Fotis

And how about you here?

Peter

I

 I’m a stone floating on the sea… Close up.

Fotis

Your stone is sanctified… Medium shot.

Peter

Nop, don’t you think… Time. It’s here where life has thrown me and sea’s caress held me.

Fotis

The caresses of the link…

Peter

The bonds of peace…

Flash forward.

Fotis

When did you decide to stay in this place? Medium long shot.

Athanasia

I don’t remember any longer. Time. It’s like I was born with this decision…

Fotis

Here, the world dawns.

Athanasia

Why are you saying this?

Fotis

Because our ancestors did the due thing.

Athanasia

There has to be night first before dawn…

Fotis

This place has given so many souls…

Athanasia

For sure…

Fotis

Each visitor owes it a piece of one’s soul… Silence. This place was made in fire and struggle…

Athanasia

Yet, how many are those who see water and peace only?

Fotis

These are the gifts of their sacrifice: lava’s sea, battle’s death…

Athanasia

Have you ever lived here? Close up.

Fotis

I passed by once earlier…

Athanasia

But when?

Fotis

Over the last centuries…

Athanasia

You sound like John… Medium close shot.

Fotis

John has not yet grown old…

Athanasia

I never know when you are kitting…

Fotis

Everything is a lie… Close up.

Athanasia

But, they seem so real…

Fotis

Only thoughts are real and they do not belong to one century only… Medium shot.

Athanasia

A whole world lives inside you…

Fotis

There is no other…

Athanasia

Why am I feeling that you know us from the old times?

Fotis

Your youth is plunged in the Lagoon…. The small lake of the ocean…

Athanasia

Your world is a wound…

Fotis

Your wounds are my world…

Athanasia

How many tears for a caress? Close up.

Fotis

As many fires as a sea wants to  be lit…

Athanasia

The world is a wooden house on your ocean… Flash forward. End.