Two civilizations, two completely different lives, met in the rolling hills of Serres.
There are language barriers, differences in customs, and the secular world casts curious glances.
But the sea breeze knows no boundaries, and love does not matter the age.
There is no need to be involved in the torrent of the times.
I just hope we can meet each other every year under the olive tree.
Before the dawn comes, spend the long and tender years with him.
A slow-paced, tender, transnational love story that took place in the old Balkans.
Intention: time travel