Years ago, on the way to visit Vouni with Kendia, Meli and Thalia, Thalia brought a can filled with water along and asked us to make a stop at the Karavostasi cemetery. We stopped for a while, everything was in ruins and among the broken crosses, carrying the water container, she found what she was looking for, her parents’ grave. She had come before and somehow had put the broken pieces of the cross together. The rosebush she had planted on her last visit seemed to have died. ‘Do water it, mother’, Meli suggested, ‘water it and it might come to life again.’ We watered the rosebush before heading to Vouni for the sunset.