Akadimia Platonos

Stavros is a tobacconist in the Plato’s Academy District in Athens. A middle-aged man with a dead-end life, he spends his days sitting outside his store with some other shop keepers, chewing the cud, grumbling about the influx of Albanians and Chinese in Athens. His wife has long since left him and his evenings are devoted to his elderly mother. His refuge is his nationalism. He is Greek and proud of it. In his his darker moments, he can always console himself with the thought that at least he is not an Albanian…or, at least, that is what he thinks. (Festival information)