I have to go and leave her looking out of the entrance of the classic concrete block of flats. Jack is ready to soothe the scratch. The cigar is lit and offers its bitter taste, sacrifice to my sour mood. What am I thinking now? The day was bright and beautiful in the middle of winter; an incongruously sunny day. Indian summer is here. A gift from the Attican sky to the people of this ugly metropolis. Today is a day of celebration. Important for those whose name day is today and for those who love them. A day for those who wait.
What a crazy thought to think that Christmas, New Year and Easter are all in the beginning of January! Yet, that’s exactly how I feel. All three wrapped in a pack of a single day. There is the marketing of name days with special offers.
What a crazy thing for thi
