Greece: The reign of the Athamanian Mountains
In the heart of Epirus, in northern Greece, the mountains spread out their ancient, unshaken and imposing kingdom.. By Kon Hans Leaving behind the faceless chaos of the city the road becomes a path in the serenity of the mountains. The vivid colours of spring make up the dress in which nature chooses to flirt with the brilliant sun as it rises in the blue horizon. Here, you can hear your thoughts whispering at the rhythm of the small crystal clear streams all around; you are alone, as a child that slowly finds its way to the embrace of his mother. Nature is everything; she is your existence and your god, your mother and father, the cord that still unites you with the vast, inexplicable universe. You need to breathe the oxygen and smell the humid wood, to let the soil caress your palms as you pick it up and let it in the wind to become earth again. You need to let down your defences that the urban life has provided you with, when you first entered the m...