"Echoes of the Past"
written by Dimitrios Katsantonis
“Echoes of the Past" is a historical drama which chronicles the infamous massacre of Kalavryta by Nazi troops on December 13th, 1943. The story is being told through flashbacks as Nikolaos Andreou, an acclaimed writer dying of cancer, poignantly narrates his personal experience as a child to Ursula Krauss, a top-notch lawyer representing the Federal government on the Greek WWII reparations claims.
"Echoes of the Past” is a film about time and history, about how events shape the past, present and future and how, as Nikolaos argues, “the solitary history of each one of us is written by time on the torrential memories of feeble men and echoes in eternity long after we are all gone”.
EXT. NIKOLAOS ANDREOU RESIDENCE - DAY
SUPERIMPOSE: “TOWN OF AIGION, GREECE, THE PRESENT DAY”
The house-two story-old, built in the neoclassical tradition of the early 1900’s, sits amidst a neglected garden.
All the window shutters are closed, despite the warmth of its design the house has the feeling of a tomb.
A narrow road separates the property from the beach.
INT. N. ANDREOU RESIDENCE/LIVING ROOM - SAME TIME
The room is sparsely lit from the only open window.
The few visible furniture (only small part of the room in shot) are covered with white bed sheets.
Nikolaos, gaunt, wrinkled, dressed in pajamas and a thick robe rises from his wheelchair with profound effort.
With small, awkward steps he reaches the window.
An old, Greek children's rhyme slowly INVADES the room... DISTANT... DREAMY...
“Sailing, sailing, over the bounding
main for many a stormy wind
shall blow, alas the young, weary
boys come back home once again...”
He opens his right fist, it is a silver pendant of St. Nikolaos. It’s burned, blackened.
He places it around his neck with affection.
They say the sea has no memory, no
recollections, no past...how I wish
the same of men...
With a trembling hand he manages to open the window...the distant SOUND of WAVES invades...
NIKOLAOS (V.O.) (CONT’D)
The vow I took that fateful day
will stay forever unfulfilled...a
lone shipwreck resting on the sands
of my tormented memories...
Nikolaos sits on the wheelchair.
I am ready.
He slowly turns his head and stares at the other side of the room.
The BOMBASTIC SOUND of waves slowly starts to FADE AWAY.
The room is INVADED by an echo of the past --- the sound of heavy ENGINES...
“The life of the dead is set in the memory of the living.”