A bad dream
I was standing on the edge of the fortress with an overwhelming sense of urgency. As if I had something to do there, something important that I couldn’t remember.
Dark, ominous clouds were moving in from the west. The east was still clear, but it was obviously threatened.
I had the sense that I was the only one there, the only one standing between the fierce clouds and everything beyond them. Just me and this stone structure. I kept telling myself that I had to stay, that I had to hold my ground, that I couldn’t let this pass through.
I started running along the walls, trying to find help, but I couldn’t find any. The weight of an impossible task was on my shoulders.
The sign “Snack Bar” confused me. I realised we were in the 21st century. That there were no more battles to be fought in this place.



A few tourists appeared from the corner, chatting, laughing, taking pictures. On the other side, a security guard was on the phone, talking to his mother about lunch. I tried to shout, but no sound came out. I pointed towards the clouds, but no one seemed to understand what was coming.
But the clouds kept moving, steady and unstoppable.
And suddenly we were all lifted into the air, spinning above the walls, heading towards the rocks below.
The last thing I remember was the feeling that I had failed.
And then I woke up.
I looked at the Palamidi fortress from my window and decided to go. Maybe the dream was a kind of calling. A few minutes later, I was standing at the entrance.
For the first time, I saw it for what it really was. Not a landmark or a viewpoint, but a structure built for war.
I have always felt that Greece is closer to the East than the West. Not only on the map, but in culture, in temperament, in the way life is approached.
With Western Asia on fire, I have a constant restlessness.
Still, I took a few pictures, like I usually do.
I’m sharing them here with my wishes for the new month. Though I’m not sure what to wish this time, other than for all of this to turn out to be just a bad dream.
Have a nice April.






Beautiful piece, and very well written. It reminded me of a poem titled “Out of the East” by James Fenton, which I love deeply, and think you might enjoy too.
Your piece reminded me how I always felt safer between Corfu’s fortresses. But you’re right. Those are ominous days, let’s hope they come to an end soon. Καλό μήνα.
Amazing photos and I loved the story! 😊