Sylvia is a young woman living in today's Athens. I encounter her in the summer, as she is parting from a love relationship. I hear her heart that spontaneously, sincerely, in the present tense, narrates the pain of separation.
It could be a narrative of loneliness against the gray backdrop of the absence of a lover who has not yet become the past. Life, however, flows, always present. In the backdrop of her heart, it quietly touches bright, colorful strokes, small, everyday miracles of communication.
Here is a sweet fairy tale that narrates the events that transpired from the strange and wonderful occurrences of the birth of a jelly boy to the even more wonderful dream of little Suzanita. Somewhere in between, two people met as lovers. Later, Sylvia, on her own, counted her happiness.
