The Love Story behind We Are A Circus
2007: I saw her on stage, playing the flute. Love at first sight. Her first and last time performing, changed my life forever. Nothing else existed anymore.
“I didn’t know you were a lesbian,” my friends said. “Are you a lesbian? GO AWAY!” she said. I had no idea. I was just Nasta. In love with Sofia.
The months that followed were hard and movie-like. “One day this story should turn into a film,” someone said.
2015: I brought Sofia into our “new” house. It was a wreck, part of the old castle that used to surround Thessaloniki. I closed her eyes in front of the window. No water. No toilet. No electricity. But see? There is a view of the sea, mountain Olympus and a big ugly city. We counted ships at night.
We are a circus: “Tsirko,” they called us. To laugh at our queer love, passers-by called us “Circus.”
2023: years later, glimpses of our story are turned into a picture book. We Are A Circus dedicated to our dog, Alitia, who died a few months before the book was born.
We are a circus: “Tsirko,” they called us. To laugh at our queer love, passers-by called us “Circus.”
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