…The island slowly started to move away from the land, tracing gentle circles on the waters of the Thermaic Gulf. Laden with shadows, memories, and ghosts that rested among the tamarisks.

Admiral Votsi at the helm was trying to regulate it so it wouldn't hit the shallow waters of Paliomana, Tsitsanis sitting in his wicker chair was playing on his bouzouki "You are the pride of my heart, beautiful Thessaloniki," Thodoris danced passionately without crutches, stepping firmly with both feet.

And the old woman, oh the old Vilika, with a sprig of basil behind her ear, looked him in the eyes smiling finally and clapping her hands...