...Mirror...

When I was born, being thirsty for survival, I drunk my life as a picture through the black-and-white eye of a satellite.

In my childhood, being hungry for knowledge and adventure I followed the pale dusty path leading to the sky and I joined the Milky Way. As I was flying, my hands and feet were weak but their veins were raised to touch the top of the universe. I would travel among the stars, to abandon myself on foreign pavements and in familiar hands, in rubbish pits and on red carpets.

I have heard the voices of gods saying that dreams are for beggars and homeless people and hopes are for these dogs that stray endlessly waiting for the dogcatcher.

When I grow very old, I promise I will target the satellite that gave birth to my existence. I will target it with my sight and my aggression will break it into thousand pieces. My life will be scattered on the waves of the sea, the south breeze will blow it towards my country. The children of my neighborhood will put me in their pockets to play marbles after school. The white flower in my garden will cry the morning rain.

Text and photographs by Marsia Sfakianou. All rights reserved. Title of photographs: Cotteridge Park, 8/2/2007