2006-2008. Five flights were needed in order for me to go from Athens to Mehamn, my first stop in the North, in the Arctic. A fishing village of seven hundred inhabitants. The thermometer shows -10. It never gets dark. Twenty-four hours with light and without a sense of time. Silence everywhere.
The whole of Finnmark province has no architectural interest. All the houses are new because of operation "Nordlicht 2": before the Germans retreated in World War II, they destroyed, burned, leveled the cities and villages so that the Red Army would not find anything. It is said that the only thing left standing was the chapel in the Hammerfest cemetery. A tragic irony. Nothing was left standing for the living, only for the dead...
As I was photographing along the beach, two little girls came up to me and asked why I was photographing the sea. I responded that I was searching for the beginning and the end of Europe. They asked to be photographed...