Yiorgos Christodoulou

Paris and Michaela grew up together, in a seaside town that smelled of salt, memories, innocence, but also lies, repressed emotion and repression. The two of them, tied by that thread that had no name. It was neither friendship, nor love, nor blood. It was all together. Until it was nothing. You don't kill love with a knife. You kill it with a word that shouldn't have been said. One sentence from Paris destroyed everything. She, who listened to him without being supposed to, left.

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Strangers find themselves trapped inside five elevators that break down. Tension rises. There is no communication; just angry men and women bringing the worst out of each other. This is hell in 4m².

What happens when two people who struggle to put their individual lives in order suddenly have to write a book together? Anna, an up-and-coming writer trying to finish her first book, meets Michalis, an idealist lawyer with a talent for words. A chance encounter at her family’s bookstore will completely turn their lives upside down. As the pages of the book fill up, imagination begins to intertwine with reality, and they begin to shape their own new story. Because sometimes you can’t predict love—you have to let it be written…