Greek summer is cruel.

Blue is always waiting for you around the corner.

And this sunshine, is shameless.

This is a story about Greek sunshine.

It goes along with the smell of suntan lotion, salty worn-out books inside the summer bag, lost sets of earphones, always found when they are least needed, and sand, everywhere. Stuck on my feet, at the floor of the car, in my camera case.

Nothing can be hidden under the sun. Not the three pounds I gained during the winter. Not his smile after the first dive in the cold water. Not her wandering eyes behind the black sunglasses. It’s sweet and affectionate, you say. It’s cruel and shameless, I think. And it smells of human nature.