Just Feeling The Jasmine Scent [Μόνο Μυρίζοντας Γιασεμί]

From the sunlight into the dim lighting of a silent, almost menacing place. Pieces of a world living in another time. In a past which is so recent and at the same time so distant. "We are in the Kommandatur's holding cells. Entry 28-12-42. Exit unknown..."