I saw Kythera for the first time in 1984. It was love at first sight. I was enchanted by the dry wind coming from the yellow fields, the heat in the interior of the island, the large waves at Aghia Pelaghia and the caves of Palaiopolis. What will remain, however, in my heart forever are the scattered ruins, the arches with their grape vines, tha bougainvillea and jasmine flaring up and filling the ruined walls abandoned for years by people who dreamed of making a quiet and happy life in the houses they built with their own hands. I did not search for and did not see the people.