“A young writer, who wastes his talent in a soap opera, mourns the end of his affair with the protagonist of the serial. He then gets entangled with an editor, while seducing his wife. A black surrealistic comedy, whose hero also has the ability to transfer himself in time-space. He finally transfers himself to his home town, earns a fortune in the casino and gets away, accompanied by a young whore he has fallen in love with.”
Mavro Gala was an opportunity that hit my blind side.
Early morning breakfasts in an old casino at the top of a mountain
Singing the music of Kurt Weill at the base of the Parthenon and in my grandfather’s hometown of Thessaloniki.
A Bouzouki Happy Birthday.
Unexpected friendships and a sense of that which is part of me finally found.
Dear Nicholas, you were a wonderful director, and a great magician. You will be missed.