This is a picture I did not take of a silhouette of a man standing alone at the very top of a huge amphitheater, the blazing sun and a cloudless, dazzling, blue sky behind him. With his hand shielding his eyes from the sun and his red-checkered shirt wavering in the wind, he looked more like a Greek statue than a man. The steps beneath him in different tints and shades of grey were big slabs of concrete crudely put together on a steep hillside. Between the cracks in the slabs weeds were seeping through creating a network of green paths. In the ancient city of Miletus despite earthquakes and destructive greenery people were scaling mountains and reaching peaks at discovering the past.
