I am now back.
Kalymnos is not only the island of my birth, it is there where some people still remember who I am, I mean only few know I’m an artist. I visit the island every 3 or 4 years, always in August.
Drinking ouzo and eating octopus while the sea is a half a meter away…and the smells… and the smiling faces all around…and the smooth sea breeze…
’tis where I have no age or sins