Nicosia, CyprusMarch 18
In his 70 years, Christakis Christodoulou had seen a lot. A world war, a doctorate in medicine (he’d forgotten most of that, but he’d replaced the loss of memory as a surgeon with the accumulation of practical experience). Civil war. (Of which he remembered everything.) His first wife. His second wife. His first heart attack, his second heart attack. Entry into the European Union. Entry into retirement. He’d thought he’d seen everything, or if not everything, enough to be able to lecture the, mostly younger, people around him. But that in his old age he would lose all of his savings and not even through any fault of his own, that he hadn’t expected.
What’s more, it was due to his own stupidity, and that’s what irked him the most. He hadn’t wanted to sell the damne
