Florina, oh! Florina!
Neighbors, knocking. Country borders, controlling. Police, checking. Artists, living.
Florina, oh! Village!
Traitors, passed in shocking. Remembering, becomes future. The Golden Dawn.
Florina, oh! People!
Money, being ministry. Nevertheless, painting. Ever the less, thinking.
Florina, oh! Winter!
Cold, warming. Petrol, pumping. Making, peace.
All the love from Florina,
- all picture taken by J with an analogue Voigtländer thanks to Grand Mother Antje -