In the city where I lived as a teenager, I remember living sad and alone, trying to find some meaning, some purpose. Because of an irreplaceable loss that hit us as a family at that time, when I was finishing high school, we all had fallen into a heavy depression, we didn't communicate with each other , we didn't see each other, everyone was lost in their own world. Years went by, I reached third grade, that year I was taking my Panhellenic exams and I had no idea what I wanted to do after I finished school, what I wanted to study, what I wanted to do in general in my life. So then, it was the first time we started to get in touch with my mother again after years, one night at an "Active Member" concert in Navarinou square, it was like a rebirth, where fear and sadness lost and love won, that's where it all started. I found my lost interest in school, I started to have relationships with my teachers and classmates, I made a friend with whom we played music, laughed and had a good time. Until then, my city and my place meant nothing to me, what could the streets tell me, how could the wind cool me down, why and how could the stars and the blue sky fascinate me? When I escaped my loneliness I began to discover the world, to create memories, like a little child, I paid attention to small things and moments. I realized that there was no meaning, no purpose and that I was looking for it in vain, life itself is all of that. So my city is nothing but moments that I can share with people.