Spyros Simotas

This place is across the graveyard, where my friend Vanessa's grandmother is buried. She died last winter and I remember seeing her in her hospital death bed breathing heavily. Vanessa couldn't stop the tears roll down her face and walked out of the room. A few months later, we stopped at the graveyard to light a candle in her memory. The sun was setting over this place that had been devastated by the wild fires in August 2007.