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last night i watched palermo shooting, by wim wenders on tv. there is this scene when the main actor who happens to be a famous photographer, finds himself drunk on a rooftop bar staring at a half open balcony door in the building across. the human figures inside are peacefully moving, doing this and that, preparing their way to bed.

then, it just came to me all those summer nights during our family holidays, when my brother and i had to spent with my mum and dad, sitting at the yard or the balcony of our rented holiday apartment, looking at the mixed holiday makers crowd strolling up and down the piazza; or listening to the laughs and cheers of the next door party attendants.

i remember, back in those times, how much my heart was yearning to join the party and become one of those cool and acne-free girls who were sipping their fruit punch while flirting with boys.

after a while, the time came for me to join the party i was so much looking forward to. and, i did exactly what it was expected from me to do; sip my drink and have fun.

years and parties after, i caught myself ignoring the fun of the party so as to look inside the flat in the building across, where a couple of kids were playing in dimmed light, the dad was watching tv and the mum was crossing the room up and down, hanging the laundry. and then, i simply got nostalgic.

review of the film {unfortunately in greek) here.