It is your name day today! And so it is mine and
I feel really good about that. Very proud, really!
We have no trains on this island, not of any kind,
but I remember how you were going with me down to the railroad station when I was a kid,
so that I could look at all trains coming and leaving.
I remember them in all shapes and sizes and that is where my traveling life once started.
You were that kind of gentleman, wearing starch collar and well-polished boots
that were squeaking while you walked. It was very comforting. You did not talk much,
but I heard you anyway and I am thinking of you right now,
when walking in the village in the rain. I am sure you would have liked that
and I think we could have shared a boutiraki ouzo together over at Meri's in the ágora...