Tο μόνον της ζωής του ταξείδιον [The only journey of his life] (2001)

Set in old Constantinople, this could have been a truly enchanting fairytale. Instead it turns into an unnecessarily confusing parable of truth, lies, mental disorder – and the art of storytelling.

Complete with sultan, princess, harem, and a tailor’s apprentice. Still not in my book of exotism.

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