Athens Descent Page 04

A back of a signpost on the hill has been stickered over so many times that it has gotten a pattern of its own. On a café terrace, a man rests his chin in his hand and stares at the apartment blocks below, his water bottle untouched. He looks like he has been sitting there since morning. A little further down the path, a faded yellow sign leans in the dry grass. “Caution, slippery slope,” it warns, but most of its letters have already slid off.