Lucky, instead of Krania, that’s what some of the older folks used to call the town, and the title is very just, not a single homicide in decades. Land disputes and marital infidelities had not driven locals to extreme behaviors; the local police dealt with violations of quiet hours, traffic code violations, burglaries, insults, and disturbances related to football and politics.

Over time, Stelios Spougiass had aligned himself with the spirit of the majority of the locals, who believed that the two most useful verbs in life are to adapt and to unadapt. A couple of times, after Chionia had left him for the scientist and asked for a divorce, he thought about getting up and leaving like a gentleman, why not to Australia, so far away like an instance of Another World.

But there was the little one, his only son, Chronis. So he didn't run away, he stayed in the frames, inflating the meaning of the shop and the special weight of relationships with the variety of customers. Some mornings he would open the window, look up, and lament to the recipient, oh heavenly one of Krania, poor you, what have you revealed bright, what have you concealed dark. Then he would also address himself, hey you fool Stelios, why don’t you go see if I’m coming?