Chapter LXXIX


"Between conversations...first you...then me...and somewhere under the bridge...Angela..." * Athina Antoniadou


Room 101


Passage:... it was she... and she went crazy... 



Athina a painter received the Diary of an Angel from Efi Andrianou on the 4th of September of 2013 in the capital of Nicosia. Her chapter is Chapter LXXIX (79th) and her passage "it was she, and she went crazy.." leads to room 101 of the first floor River of Gold of the City of Gold, which she watches over.


Moments from the Diary's Passage




Opening the Door

Athina's Door will give you access to her biography and it will open when the Diary reaches one of 91 places in Cyprus affiliated with the project. You can find more about the official campaign of the Diary of an Angel and about the journey in Cyprus called Odoiporiko (Οδοιπορικό) by clicking on Connect and Collaborate, on the left. Beyond the door below you will find about the artist and her works and her relation with the project.


Athina's Door


These are times of great turbulence.
These are times of great endings and humble beginnings.
These are times of realisations, of illuminations and great confusion.
Who are we?
Why are we?
This morning I thought of my death.
This morning I thought of the unavoidable end of the trip.
The angels are hiding, chased away from a "time" that has no interaction with the supernatural.
This invisible light of the soul that moves and unites the hearts since the old times, creates a curiosity among us.
Music is the "business of angels .
This invisible sensation is more important than we think
"I looked and there before me there was a White cloud....."
                                           Revelations 14:14-20


athinas door 2 will open in the City of Nicosia / Λευκωσία / Lefkoşa 


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