Áspri Pétra, 2021

Every winter, my father took my brother, cousins, and I to this cave known as “White Rock.” We’d bring hot dogs and pick seasonal berries along the way. I remember lighting bonfires and roasting the hot dogs on skewers we crafted from branches of the bushes nearby. Every time I bring people back to Kefalos, I feel the need to bring them to this cave. The memories made here by me and the generations before me are palpable in this ancient cave—it’s almost magic.