End at Kifissou Avenue and it seems as if you are grasping the thread from the edge of time: In the historic textile factory of “Petalouda”, this is how it feels too Michalis Sarantis, as the child of a family that founded a smaller textile mill in Moschato – which was later to be ravaged by the financial crisis. And perhaps this symbolism entices us to unravel things from the beginning: When he made his debut at the National Theater, in “Syranos” by Nikos Karathanos, when he was wallowing in the ignorance and excitement of the stage, when he was younger, more innocent, less hurt by life.

Time has woven a narrative about Michalis Sarantis with all possible nuances: As an actor who collaborated with masters of the Greek theater and looked deeper into his art. As a performer who worked hard to be able to play Rostan’s Cyrano himself on the Alkyonis stage. As a son who painfully said goodbye to his parents but carries their virtues. As a friend who said goodbye with pain to friends and colleagues and today dedicates something of his living time to their memory. As a father who finds himself welcoming a little girl who has given him a piece of Paradise. As a child he endured bullying and later grew stronger and learned to love his imperfections. As a man who has learned to respect the life he is given. Time passed with traumas, darkness but also light zones for Michalis Sarantis and we would probably speak less poetically about all of this, if the lyrical blizzard of Cyranos had not nestled inside him for good.

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