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26-10-2025
Dear second.garden,
Lately I have been thinking about postcards and the function they used to fill - how they once let you share your world with someone for a moment. When reading this, you would know that some days ago my hands formed these symbols, making it something meant just for you to decipher, the side of my palm resting against the paper before the card travels from hand to hand to your postbox.
I'm in Athens and I have been writing many postcards I cant afford to send. The economy today bla bla, being an (unemployed) architect today bla bla. So here is a letter for you in form of a transcribed postcard:
Dear second.garden,
I'm in Athens, and I walk a lot. The other day I got lost in a garden near home (I live in Neos Kosmos; the new world, if you translate it to English :‑,)) and stumbled upon an open space in the dense greenery. I wondered who usually sat in the chairs gathered around the table. Men, probably - this city seems full of men.
I walked on, up some stairs, and there all of Athens was floating out below me - the opposite of the enclosed garden a few meters down. The city suddenly visible to me, and I visible to the city. With the last bit of sun on my cheek, I longed back to the dark hidden place, where vegetation was protecting. From what? I don't know.
The next day I wandered without maps. Almost every crossing here is slightly off, so walking straight is an art I have not yet mastered. Giving up on finding was an easy choice. After a wide, car-filled street, I came upon a communal garden. A group of elderly men sat in a ring, as if the garden were their living room - the tree forming their roof, the bushes their walls. Once again, a protected space, but this time in the middle of a square, in a communal garden.
I wanted to tell someone about these spaces; they interest me in a way I dont quite understand. But there is nobody here I know, so I decided to write a postcard to you. Did it reach you?
I'm not so good at card games but I just learned one that is called Cambio. Do you want to play it with me? Bring a chair and I will send you the location.
As the postcard still carries the warmth of my hand beside me, I'm rewriting it on the computer - here as some computer symbols for you to decipher. I guess now as a story about a story about a garden.
Yours,
Lovisa
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