Once upon a time, a hapless princess named Mapa wore the new clothes made for her by a cunning tailor, put on her red hat crookedly, and set off for the big forest. As soon as she shattered her glass slipper and to restore order, she had to kiss the frog, but instead of a prince, she ended up with an editor-in-chief.

So what could she do, she climbed the beanstalk using her long hair as a ladder and gazed at cloudy Athens. She even thought about staying up there forever, but she was so moved by the rap music coming from the magical cassette player that she landed on Hippocrates Street, just to avoid the historical center.

There, of course, she was almost eaten by the wolf-guides, but fortunately, she was warned in time by three marginalized goat-traffic wardens and three equally marginalized pig-pedestrians. At the same time, a cry was heard: 'The sky is falling on our heads!' and the Attic smog marked Kotoula, who was driving her duck without wearing a helmet.

Mapa, from a purely ethical journalistic perspective, decided not to pay any attention. She magically crossed the traffic and found herself on Valteziou Street, specifically at number 10. Temporarily, it seemed to her that the concrete house was a male encampment, but just as she was about to leave, Mama Bear appeared at the doorstep and offered her a porridge in the form of an American satirical book on political correctness.

Due to her previous long-standing tenure in the patriarchal society, she sighed and exhaled, but the house did not fall. Thus, after seeing and thinking about it, she entered the concrete house with many low-profile residents, hoping that some wicked wolf would come to make her look dark-faced.

Her encounter with the Limping Caligrapher was such a profound shock that today she feels the need to write a work on the 'Circle of Cursed Publishers.'