Sunday, September 25, 2011

Nοσταλγία....


To be nostalgic is inevitable sometimes. This Sunday morning with the first coffee, I start thinking about collected memories and remember years of learning Greek dances with the Agopián brothers from Mytilini. Five days a week from the years when Ioanna was about 5-6 years old. Greek night in the village of Vafiós, a taverna lunch many years ago, Kostas and Marianthis wedding photo, the first mini houses in ceramics I bought and Stratís Angelelis, his beloved dog Tweety and the house I stayed in one autumn, when writing one of my books. Just a very minor touch of memories from this beloved island of Lesvos. The importance of imprints increases....




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