Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Unaware I had made the trip, I found myself in Meligalas, in my friend’s kitchen. The oven door was open, and Vassilis was tending to some chicken. As if it were an outdoor barbecue, there were live flames in the oven. It was time to turn the chicken. Vassilis did so by hand, unaffected by the flames as they licked his fingers. After he’d closed the door, we were joined by his daughter and son, and then his wife, all three of whom looked at me with curiosity as they passed through the room. I followed them to a long table. Soon we were joined by what must have been a dozen or more people. Greek voices, Greek conversation — except for one gray-haired man with a wide head, gray stubble on his face, and a large, dark, almost black mustache. He greeted me in broken English. I don’t remember what he said. The dream ended there. I looked at the clock. It was 2:42 a.m.
In the Forum: What liberty a loosened spirit brings!