Sitting pretty in my little house surrounded by textiles from the far East, chairs from other people's houses re upholstered in a chartreuse green, a velvet turquoise sofa, vermilion chinese trunk full of treasures, an old chandelier is hanging over the square table, light is filtered through the blinds inside the room and outside the big oak tree and the small dogwood branches cast their shadows in a tenderly protective way. I feel safe.
My mind runs thousands of miles away, near the golf of Thermaikos, by the sea of Marmara, at the beaches of Tristinika...
This blog will be the bridge between the two realities: here and there.
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