Nedousa's Story

like a modern Satyrus, a man with a handmade flute , leads the  litany of people . The primordial sound works like a time machine. I feel like traveling to past, many centuries ago to participate and celebrate the vertility of mother earth.     We walk among the houses into the narrow paved roads entering in every house with music, laughing swering and teasing the housekeepers while they  offer wine and sweets . A man puts a black smudge to everybody and all together we are gathering outside of the church .Its Ash monday at Nedousa village.