Slices of life at the Former Athens Hellinikon Airport, before the casino is built. A couple in a car at night, a grandma peels green beans, two gravediggers pass by; people seemingly unconnected. Among them a little boy, whose toy airplane gets stuck at a huge palm-tree. He‘ll do anything to get it back.
I have only had one flight from Hellinikon airport. But I have experienced a couple of critical moments of my life at its abandoned spaces. Years later and in the meantime as a migrant to Germany, I am visiting my old neighbourhood, short before its transformation into a casino tourist resort. I have fresh memories waking up, I see old forgotten dreams, I meet people like myself. Being insecure with some approaching ending. At the same time daring for a new start.