There is no beauty when you have to photograph the burned villages of your ancestors. There is no beauty when you see your people begging for rain. There is no beauty in Evia. Where beauty lives, there is no more beauty.
Ancestors
There is no beauty when you have to photograph the burned villages of your ancestors. There is no beauty when you see your people begging for rain. There is no beauty in Evia. Where beauty lives, there is no more beauty.