Across from the Asia Minor shores, on the southeastern coast of Lesvos, opposite the small islets of Myrsinia, somewhere between the calm coves of Tarti and Ligonari, a wild limestone mass rises – older in geological time than anything else on the island, and more tormented by nature, inside and out, as if carrying its own name within it: Talantos. And if you try to climb to the top, nearly two hundred meters above the sea, you’ll understand what I mean. For there is nowhere else on Lesvos so fiercely untamed, so mysteriously beautiful, and yet so serenely quiet. And if you sit there for a while, eyes closed, on the wrinkled grey-blue rock, the place begins to speak. Above, […]
