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  • On the rooftops of Athens, a strange ballet is performed everyday.

    Among the concrete lines, women figures appear and disappear, shaping an everchanging map of colored dots and white linens.
    There is something of a mystic ritual in the display of those moving traces of the human life happening far below on street level.
    And always the feeling of witnessing something you shouldn't have seen, halfway to the skies....
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