On a small island. Full shot.

Irene

How did he know that there used to be a windmill here?

Athanasia

I don’t know…Time. He might have read it…

Irene

Do you mean in Palama’s text?

Athanasia

Yes… the end of the windmill. Time. It was like he had experienced that sunset.

Irene

And what did he do?

Athanasia

He kneeled to pay tribute.

Irene

He did what! Medium close shot.

Athanasia

He kneeled and kissed the ground.

Irene

I really don’t understand that man!

Athanasia

It was like he saw the invisible windmill…

Irene

And he said nothing?

Athanasia

At the beginning nothing. Time. Afterwards…

Irene

What happened afterwards? Close up.

Athanasia

He said something about the wings of the windmill… Time. Or rather for his wings…

Irene

That windmill was yellowish and all black… Time. What could he say?

Athanasia

Once people caught an untamable bird…

Irene

Somebody talked to me about that story.

Athanasia

Fotis though interpreted it in a different way… Silence. They caught it and they nailed its feet on the small island…

Irene

Then, they were not people, but besiegers.

Athanasia

They were free besieged…Time. They were looking at it and they were laughing…Time. It tried to fly away at the beginning and its pain was horrible…

Irene

My God…

Athanasia

Then it calmed down and they left it alone…

Irene

The barbarians…

Athanasia

So as not to forget it our own people built a windmill…

Irene

With all white wings.

Athanasia

As the years passed by for the windmill the immovable bird travelled in my heart.

Irene

And did you meet it? Medium close shot.

Athanasia

No, but I used to hear about it all the time…Time. However, barbarians came again.

Irene

It was not enough for them to nail it down; they had to burn it as well…

Athanasia

The windmill gave its life to our people.

Irene

Even its sacrifice annoyed them!

Athanasia

First they cut its wings to torture it…

Irene

Stop it! Close up.

Athanasia

I couldn’t stop Fotis… He was upset…

Irene

But why?

Athanasia

His memory is his life…Medium close shot.

Irene

He’s so sensitive.

Athanasia

He reminds me of a monk that I met when I was little…

Irene

At the station?

Athanasia

Yes, there…I will never forget him…

Irene

As far as you told me he’s really alike him…

Athanasia

These people are like trees…

Irene

Trees? Close up.

Athanasia

Trees offer their shadow even to those who want to cut them…

Irene

But this is scary…

Athanasia

It is humane…just humane… Medium shot.

Irene

This humaneness scares me…

Athanasia

But why?

Irene

It doesn’t seem human to me…

Athanasia

Why people who know only how to give shouldn’t be human?

Irene

Because we don’t understand them.

Athanasia

But there is no such need! Time. Why shouldn’t it be enough for us that they help us?

Irene

What is invisible is strange.

Athanasia

And Fotis is the memory of the invisible.