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  • A trip back to Crete is a trip back in time.
    A time when Theseus crossed the Aegean and the Cretan Seas and reached the shores of this beautiful island he so much hated, cause his people, the Athenians every 7 years sent 7 Athenian girls and 7 boys to be fed to the Minotaur, the beast with a bull's head and a man' body that lived in the labyrinth.

    Visiting Knossos, the palace where the Minotaur lived, you cannot imagine such a beast living there. It's the most peaceful site. The sound of sun's rays hitting the red pilars, of sicadas singing lazily all day, and the wind through the tall pine trees are all that reigns there. There is no sign of brutality in the Minoan culture, no hint of barbarism, of a hostile, warior's nature. Still the legend has it that the minotaur lived there.

    I left this place and never cared for coming back. I don't know the names of the main streets in my hometown. I don't know where Crete's most famous villages are, I've never been there nor much care to visit.

    Coming all the way from Athens this year I thought that perhaps the Minotaur has been eating me too, little by little, since I was a teenager, making me hate this place. Perhaps while trying to build a beautiful peaceful exterior, I've been building an inner labyrinth where I can hide ugly, secret thoughts, feelings of anger, hatred, frustration and disappointment assossiated with this place. And my return reminds me of their existence.

    Can my labyrinth be hiding a monster? Can I be nurturing and feeding it for so long?
    How strong is it?
    How do I get rid of it, if it exists? Do I even want to know if it does?

    If I'm hiding a beast, what does that make me? What does it say about me?
    Am I also hiding a weapon against it?

    Oh, these are all fine questions and I'm sure the answers are really important to my peace of mind.

    But what's most important is... I know there's a labyrinth deep inside of me. But I don't want to go there.
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