Xenios Psiloritis

Anogeia

St. Hyacinthe

In Anogeia everything is real. No plastic or substitutes. There is stone, wood, color and green of the Earth. Kindness by nature and not by feasibility. Water and woven with difficult and tangled weaving, but with a divinely simple result. There are people intensively written, as if they came to the world yesterday. There is their voice. Proudly, not indiscreet loud. To be heard across, in the following land or at both ends of the island. Anogeia is the Cretan look, that Kazantzakis said. The depth power, of God – that Christians said. Only in Crete this memory works so dramatically and selects the material to sow the Future.