I had my first encounter with Crete in the early 1990s. Together with my old friend Georg, a painter who owned a small fisherman's house in Matala in southern Crete, I was able to gradually experience the peculiarities but also the beauty of this island.
Georg, who could also have been my father, told many stories and anecdotes. From the days when Matala was still an unspoiled fishing village, through the invasion of the hippies, rock
Stars like Joni Mitchell, who lived there, up to the modern aera with tourists and Clubhotels.
What solidified for me was the rough area, the rocky coast with its roaring surf. The mountains, villages, olive groves, sheep, the silence and the unbroken hospitality of the Cretans. A human blow that only exists once in this world.
