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| It is at daybreak. Morning routine for Giannis and his father Konstantinos. Milking 150 sheep twice a day. Feeding the pigs and chicken and the important cleaning of all stables. I really feel like the "tourist" I am. Nevertheless, I am grateful for our long talks, Yannis. That you have the patience with me. |
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| I had to stay aside. The sheep get worried by strangers. Here lining up for milking hands. Mothers and daughters. |
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| Daddy Konstantínos has done this before. Nothing special to any of the two, but they are worried and a bit angry over prices they get for the milk, hardly covering costs. It is a bit crowded inside. They are patient and they spread an obvious sense of calm to the anxious sheep. |
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| A back light morning. Creeping sunlight across the hills in all variations of green. I can only hear the sound of bells. |
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| "You want to see the pigs? It stinks there. But they love to be in all this shit and mud." It is not the first time I visit a pigsty and it does stink and the pigs are happily grunting and wagging their "tails". I think I will have chicken tonight for dinner. |
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| Clean like a polished floor afterwards. Sheep are back in their pastoral environment. We are ready to go and have breakfast. |
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