“Europe starts here” a sign says as it welcomes us to Kastellorizo or Megisti, but in the past most of the inhabitants of the island were forced to migrate to another continent, to Australia.
In the panoramic shots that follow we watch the amphitheatrical layout of the buildings alongside the waterfront, all facing the sea, a source of wealth for the people of the island. The captains' houses built one next to other, embrace the waterfront with their nobility and in the area of Pigadia, the lens passes the church of Saint Georgios to follow a sailing boat as it sails slowly inside the port, passing its narrow-fronted, two-story houses of the capital of the island.
Fishermen with sunburned faces clean the nets and old women, who sit, perhaps are talking about the glories that their place once experienced, as the minaret from the old mosque, now a folklore museum, is visible in the background.
A brief look at the narrow cobbled streets and you feel that the past is alive and you can touch it. You see it at the bougainvilleas flowers that climb over the deserted mansions, at the Paradise Hotel, at a lonely kiosk, at the palm trees, perhaps a remnant of the Italian occupation, at the rented rooms of Barbara with the blue railings in the windows, at the small openings in the curves of the houses, and at the closed houses that are living proof of the past greatness of Megisti.
The lens continues its tour with shots from the Venetian castle Castello Rosso, passes through the old mosque, stands at the anchor which is tied to the pier, passes the fishing boats that stand upside down on land and before the lens closes, we see a final shot of a family immigrants from Australia who returned to stay permanently on the island.