When summer arrives in Greece, the Sundays are suddenly transforming. From the usual busy and active days, become quiet and lazy. People do not circulate on the streets, families do not gather for the traditional official weekly dinner, even the never stopping tourists seem to be a click slower. The cities become a landscape of a thriller movie with empty spaces and tumbleweeds floating around.

The only creatures one can see, are big dogs and small kitties laying under the shadow of a tree. And random, very random, some passerby. Armored with sun glasses, hat and a small bottle of water, obviously delayed for some out-of-program work.

The fauna of the local and visiting population is transfering to the beach. A magic place full of beach beds, puny umbrellas, semi-cold frape coffee and way too many tattoos. Rows of people roast under the hot Greek sun until they gain the chocolate skin colour they always? wanted.

When the sun goes down, the cities start to reanimate. Friends gather in cafes and tavernas. Their favorite topic of discusion is the heat. The last couple of years though, due to the fact that the climate is changing in Greece, the heat is alternating with «the weather» in general. Follow up topics are politics, football, evil capitalism and how all foreigners envy us.

As the night has come and Sunday approaches to its end, people are returning home. Regardless their tiredness, the heat, the sand and the dust, a big smile is carved in their face. This Sunday gave them the strength to continue their lifes and their creations for yet another week.