She is an elderly lady from a small village in the mountains of Crete.
Her name is Evangelia. They say the house she lives in was already there when the Turks occupied Crete.
The floor of her house is made of pure earth. smoothed, hardened and flattened by generations of steps.
Evangelia works in her garden of herbs and vegetables every day. She works a lot , she reads a lot and she smiles a lot. Her Smile is as warm as the Cretan evening sun.
She is one of the most wonderful human beings I ever had the honor to meet.