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The encounter
London, February 2009
Nefeli had offered to babysit Chloe, while Eleni was doing work. She did not really understand Eleni’s work. It usually involved playing around with pictures on a computer, a far cry from what Nefeli thought of as art. Today, she told her, she needed to do something physical and so she could hear her tapping at some material, while pacing about in the loft which she had converted into her studio. Despite not understanding it, Nefeli was proud of Eleni’s work. She sensed that it was what her daughter had retained of her before her umbilical cord was cut so violently.
She had always imagined that to be invited to spend time with Eleni would make her very happy. Yet after a few hours in Eleni’s house, stuck watching the baby sleep, ready to intervene
