A burial ground for drowned refugees just beyond the walls of a greek-orthodox cemetery in a tiny village near Pythagorio.
There are dozens of small, meagerly mounds, which were built up with soil and stones. Some, nameless, have graves marked by stone slabs with numbers. Plastic flowers try to help restore dignity. Others are marked with simple headstones bearing Quranic verses. There are teddy bears on some graves. Dozens of refugee children, most of them Syrian, are buried there, too.
The wind is blowing through the trees and the sound of the waves is always present. Somebody from inside the Cemetery is asking me: “What are you photographing here?”
I start to cry.