- Français / English
Crete is utterly oblivious to its own demise.
What the crisis left trailing behind it is an array of unfinished
landscapes. Construction sites for luxury hotels without solvable
debtors, the frames of gigantic villas erected like daunting abstract
These contemporary ruins will soon disappear completely. Yet they are
infused with the same defiance as the alleyways in the desolate
ghettos with its slums and backyards lined with dismantled automobiles,
the muted sounds of rebetiko, indistinct laughter, and old ladies
feeding roaming dogs. The nights are shimmering with fist
fights and gun shots, tires screeching - fast cars driven furiously on
the beaten roads, a cigarette in between lips. Seat belt unbuckled.