Cartes postales de l’irrealise ou comment Saint-Antoine ne m’a pas sauvee
I fell 3 meters onto concrete, after a wedding party on a Greek island. Four surgeries, a bunch of internal and external hardware later, I transformed this event into something else.
Being unable to finish my trip in Greece, I ordered postcards from the places I was supposed to visit from eBay. I wrote all sorts of trivialities you write on postcards and sent them from Athens, Georgia (USA), where I went later on instead of Athens, Greece where I was unable to complete my trip. Allowing myself to travel anyways, faking my voyage. Leaving one postcard of a greek painting of Saint Anthony, where the real story is written, without a recipient.