Abkhaz dream (1)

 

A dream from the Black Sea. 


I have another dream related to my Greek friends who had to leave. Many years after the end of the war, I was woken by my neighbour, who cried: “They’re back ! Our Greeks are back!” I ran into the courtyard and saw a strange looking group: about a dozen of grown ups wearing cheap antique costumes. They had plastic swords and big helmets which made them difficult to recognise. As I went closer, I thought I recognised my childhood friend, Nikolas. To make sure, I asked him : “Is that you, Nikos ?” I heard a muffled sound from the helmet: “Am I so difficult to recognise ? They gave us these clothes in Athens, when we arrived, said we didn’t look Greek enough."

    (From "Memory, Untitled"

 

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