If, looking at Thessaloniki, one is able to rebut the poetry of the the Waste Land, in which all cities are reduced to non-existence, it is because here in the ruins, in what all things new will eventually become, one senses that everything exists, not for what it was but for something other than that, which never entered our minds when we were building. This unlooked for other makes it possible for you to live in Thessaloniki, so that however dismal your starting point, you are always when you set out optimistic about the Resurrection.
- N.G. Pentzikis
