I cannot see the crowds and even less, hear their cheering,
or the sounds of betting machines and rolling coins.
They just popped up in the most obscure and unexpected place, the galopp boxes.
Far away from Ascot, but a part of a long equestrian tradition on Lesvos.
I am on the outlook for ancient ruins of a castle, but stop for a while,
making it into one of the boxes, starting to imagine how it could be,
running down a dirt road...