The Seaside Garden of Varna, on an afternoon hour, at the spot where the high trees soar, just before the curve towards the rockery, along the broad alley passing the benches and overlooking the sea. In summer, this place is always a mix of green, yellow, the blue of both the sky and the sea severed by the mighty shadows of the trees, which are dyed in a hue digital and absorbing, which interplays with all other colours and perceptions.

People and stories pass you by and you seem to capture them with your very skin, as if they were drifting on the breeze… Fabrizio is an Italian who keeps you late at night with his tales of how he lost all of his belongings, his suitcase, now he sleeps near the museum, but he wants to stay here because he is in love; the shredded pieces of Juliette Letters float around the breakwater (the other shreds are hidden in the amphora vases of Lesbos and Chios); in slow motion, wearing a white linen suit and a black bow tie, Mr. A saunters amidst the colourful crowd of holiday visitors… or, probably, he is beholding the coast from the captain’s bridge of his ship, which lies on sheltered anchorage in the sea …