In Tristomo Karpathos I lived first two, three years of my life.
In my memory there are no pictures from that period.
But when after several years I came back again to this special place and walked among the rubble, I felt that this is my home. It seems that the sound of the sea and the air blast awakened in me memories of the time I made my first steps in this world. A world that is built in the sea and looks like a boat traveling in calm waters. A world made of stone that you will see everywhere no matter where you look around you. A world that as shown by the marks left behind by time it has its own history that is full of adventures unknown to most of us. What I felt here in Tristomo filled me with joy and made me want to dream how it would be possible to live here, in this place. But what I saw made me unhappy because this sea, these stones and the history of this country was left to its abandonment and the mercy of garbage lying everywhere. No provision of the Island’s local institutions and authorities. No respect from people and animals that were here and looted what was left of the life and labors of a bygone era.
In my mind thoughts had begun slowly to form. How could I help this beautiful place to be clean? How would people come again to give life to Tristomo and make it important as before? I knew by then that it was not easy to turn these thoughts into actions. But I knew it was worthwhile to try. First of all I had to live here. But to do that I needed to have a job here in Tristomo. Then I will need the help of other people who will want to offer. A bit later…
These were the first thoughts about Iliahtida Project.