“So sweet was that island, filled with people with innocent faces moving amidst piles of melons, peaches, figs and surrounded by a calm sea. I was looking at the people – who never feared…, and whose eyes would not inflame.
Here freedom had phased out the need for freedom, and life spread out like a lake with happy calm water; even if disturbed it would never give way to tempest. Safety was the first present granted by this island, and I felt it by just walking around Naxos.”
(N. Kazantzakis – “A Report to El Greco”).