Yesterday evening Dawid and me went to Antiparos to take care of some things and hang out a bit. And as we were sitting on a bench in front of the port, just talking and enjoying the evening, a girl stopped next to us and out of nowhere started taking pictures. First we were confused, then we started laughing, all until her father, who was strolling not far behind her, came up to us.
“Do you want to know why this young girl wanted to take photos of this bench?” he said.
She blushed and hid her camera quickly. So that’s it, I thought, it’s not us, it’s the place she wants to catch in her lenses. She had this geekish look – big hoodie, glasses, messy hair – yet she was somehow cute. “They don’t want to know,” she muttered to her dad.
Oh, but that was way too late. Of course we wanted to know.
Her dad smiled at us. “The first time this girl came to Antiparos, there was a young boy waiting for her in this very spot, on this bench. Now she wants to have the pictures to be able to remember this place and that moment forever.”
After that he smiled again and they walked away, just like that. And the funny thing was, suddenly things weren’t the same anymore. Before it was just another dirty public bench. Now I looked at it and it was the bench, her bench. Something important. And it made me remember that sometimes even the most insignificant things can have extraordinary meaning. You just have to open your eyes and look for it.
True story folks. Just to give you some food for thought 
May wind be with you,
-Suzana
