Mihalis Ganas

From the sunlight into the dim lighting of a silent, almost menacing place. Pieces of a world living in another time. In a past which is so recent and at the same time so distant. "We are in the Kommandatur's holding cells. Entry 28-12-42. Exit unknown..."

With the youthful remembrance of the mysterious beauty he used to secretly admire from afar still etched in his mind, a young man will unexpectedly spot a dead ringer of her and attempt to appease his long-suppressed feelings.