From the novel Ithakas (II)
Life you deserved. He said that. A people you deserved. A country you deserved. Why must I deserve anything? On the way here I passed the city. Almost the whole of it: all its holes in the asphalt, fallen facades, awkwardly whitewashed monuments, rickety trams, dirty markets, broken drains, warped fences, cheap awnings, spat-on shop … Read more