I moved to Athens in the spring of 2005. The city center is the most intriguing part. Everything is within walking distance. Kipseli. I started to explore the city that never sleeps, she only takes a rest to refresh, change clothes and go out again. Not beautiful, alluring.

She has a way of getting you into her rhythm even as it frequently changes. New addresses. 25 Panaetoliou Street. Historic center. First drink at Karitsi Square. Every day, I took a different route. I started finding my way around her. As the light of day retreats, Athens glows.

At night, everything transforms into a warm atmosphere. And extroversion is created. The senseless and sensitive in the same bars. With overflowing hours, as if counted on soft clocks. We gave in. We even kept sunglasses in our pockets before going out, in case the day caught us on the street.

I bought a camera with a flash that I carried with me constantly. An anthropological calendar, as illustrated play. So, somewhat accidentally, I strolled Athens, every night. Wherever the city took me. The sound. The hangouts.Those who love her. It was this, a daily journey into a long night.