One night, Philippa and I climb the Zeus mountain. The full moon light up our path.
On the top, we enjoy the sight of the sun rising, revealing gradually the volumes of the valley.

Philippa tells me that they found under the sea, close to the coast of Naxos, some stone tools old of 260 000 years.
At those times, the sea was lower, and the Cyclades were only one island, easy approchable from the continent.
How many thousands of generation have lived on this island ? How many birth, beliefs, conflicts, hours farming ?
Our lives then appears like atoms stuck to the endless ribbon of the chronological timeline.

Lost in those mystical thoughts, our minds suddenly wake up : some black points floating in the sky come to us very fast.