A little fishing boat is my life. A small, worn-out fishing boat that has emerald moons on its mast and a bare-headed, mischievous sun as its helmsman. A fishing boat without a course.
“Where are we going, captain?” asks the helmsman, winking at me. “Wherever the waves take us!” I say formally. And the emerald moons that are on the mast burst like pomegranates on the deck. And the mischievous bare-headed sun leaves its helm and dances. And the night fills with thousands of mischievous suns. And my soul fills with colorful nights. It fills with emerald moons and sea birds.
How can all this fit inside me? Where can it be squeezed in, damn them? However, what I have definitely understood is that the suit of a normal person does not suit me. I become a clown every time I try to wear it.
In The Torn Straw Mat, the narrative of Alkyoni Papa-Daki revolves around a deeply dysfunctional family, capturing with lyricism relationships and situations that seem extreme yet exist all around us, illuminating the purest as well as the darkest aspects of human existence.
