Was the name of a collective farewell for disappearing forests in the world. We made it at the Akademia Platonos Park in Athens at the beginning of October, after a typhoon swept away a forest I knew recently in the island of Ithaki. This was the invitation I wrote for the occasion:

Messaging through the roots

A friend said to me a while ago that for her the major crisis here is that people have lost the connection with nature. But that is such an old loss, that nobody realizes it, so it can´t be mourned. She also said that Athenians disregard their parks for consider them dirty, and only appreciate nature outside the city.

Then we were locked down and parks became everybody´s meeting point: we pretended to exercise to visit them, walked more often our dogs or wished we had one, and after a few rainy days we reached them as hungry zombies in spite of the possibility of being chased by the police.

Each summer I try to visit new islands and beaches. This year I found my new favorite one, because where I come from, forests and seas never find each other.

Now that forest was swiped by a typhoon and I felt sad, remembering those trees I found magical, but thinking as well as the lost trees in the recent fires in the Amazon, California and Australia.

I wondered how trees are being hurt right now in such different places, and if they communicate their pain through their roots. I wished I could take my friends to that beach in Ithaki and say goodbye to that forest we visited, walking it in silence, touching the remains of its stems and whatever is left of it.

Or we can try to invent a farewell here, in a humble Athenian park. And send a message to the trees we miss thanks to the roots of the ones we can still talk to.