by Mileva Anastasiadou

“My brother lives in the past, but he comes often to visit us in the present. He never stays for long and, even when he’s around, he can’t sit and talk, as if he’s forgotten that people can speak without words.”

by Mileva Anastasiadou

“All we do now is pretend it’s 536, and we hold on to each other and we bow our heads and we wait and we hope that we’ll live to see the sunshine again and that the light wins before the credits roll.”