The Cursed Island

February 16, 2017

A cape on Thassos, a cursed island belonging to Greece. My girlfriend and I enjoyed it for a week, over the course of which many a strange thing came to pass. What is worse, they kept happening even after we returned home. But I prefer to think it’s the island that’s cursed, not me.

Thassos is a place that lets you see so much at the same time: one landscape might fit a beach and a forest, and a city, and a harbor, and some mountains to top it off. It’s a small island in the north of the Aegean Sea, which we chose off the top of our heads. We had no time to waste and simply packed up our suitcases and left. It was a lazy but weird week in our lives.

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About me

I am at a crossroads with several passions that, in general, may be described as words and sights. Formally, I'm a Polish Philology and Sociology graduate and right now I work as a TV editor. Not so formally, I’m just a word lover and an amateur photographer.

Here is another thought storage of mine, old, dusty, and abandoned, where I used to write while I was studying literary criticism.

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