I came back in Italy but my soul remined in Tripiti, in the windmill of Evripides, the family which owns the restaurant "Methismeni Politia" (Drunken City).
At down I saw an old man going slowly to the port with his donkey, in the evening I met Mrs Evripides who spoke me only Greek and I felt that if I had payed enough attention I would have found the way to understand, inside my soul. She gived me five eggs from her chicken and I felt she was the Ancient Cycladic Goddess of life, death, regeneration.
She had two sons and five nephew, pente pedakia, she said, and I told I have two kores.
When I sat down on the stones of the garden, they were so warm and soft, as they were a sofa.
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