Athens, 1966
Heroes' Square, Ivi Street, Nymphon Street, places and streets like all the places and streets of Athens, small, insignificant, sorrowful, tyrannical, yet infinitely tender. They have a lot of dust, a lot of hardship, many women, many children, a lot of noise and a lot of silence. In these streets, the desires and dreams of people are born and die, coming every evening with the sweet breeze and disappearing every dawn with the sad siren of the factory.
The hopes of young Loukas, the nostalgia of the fallen "Count," the hopeless love of middle-aged Agesilaos, the kneeling life of the worker Argyroula, the harsh Vlasis and the deceived Frosso, the disappointment of Anna who begs for two tender words, the honorable Spyros and the charming Alekos who court her, but also the actress, the snitch, the thug, the conmen, the prostitutes, the sweaty men in the workshops and the women who curse each other on the staircases before embracing and kissing again, exchanging words of apology and love.
Sweet lives and poisoned lives, dignified and petty, rough and tender. Some easy, some difficult, some calm and some stormy. Black and white lives, scratched, worn, but also unbearably nostalgic lives.