Filippos Koutsaftis

Zakros, a tiny dot in the map of Eastern Crete, bathed in sunlight and harnessed by the wind. Fading glances and attempts to wonder in the labyrinths of time, history, memory and daily life.

“Traveller, seek not the myth of carefree life here on the Arcadian mountains. Bare Maenalus resembles an altar of the past. And yet remember. How many times forsaken Nature has disclosed to us That one day through our love Pan will live again.” ​Tegea, Arcadia: A small plain surrounded by mountains on the road leading to Sparta. Far from the sea, which always lies ahead of us.

A documentary about Eleusina. The past and the present, in complete antithesis, coexist in a place spoiled by modern industry but which long ago hosted the Eleusinian Mysteries, the secret ceremonies that initiated the ancient Greeks into the miracles of life, death and the afterlife.