Picnic on top of Philopappos Hill on Sunday, March 23, around 15:10.

When we arrive at the top of the hill, the allergy pill has finally kicked in, and the drowsy side effect is starting to take hold. We message Kristoffer to let him know we've arrived, and I climb the nearby wall. Pulling myself onto the top of the rock, I roll onto my back, close my eyes, and relax my gaze. I immediately start to feel a bit less lethargic. I lie there for what feels like an hour, but it’s probably ten minutes. I hear familiar voices in the distance. I look down from the rock at Polina first and see a family approaching in the distance.