A Game of Patience

Continued from ‘From the Deep.’ Over dinner that night (fish fried in olive oil with a little lemon, olives, salad), my father queried me about my trip out of the harbor with Giorgos. ‘What does he do all day,’ my father asked. ‘He thinks like the octopus,’ I explained. My father sat thoughtfully for a […]

From the Deep

Read the first part of this story, ‘Giorgos and the Octopus,’ if you feel so inclined. The story of Giorgos became common fodder in the kafenia. As people softly clicked their backgammon tiles to and fro and drank ouzo and cried ‘ai gamisou‘ at each other in a good natured way and snacked on mezze, […]

Giorgos and the Octopus

Giorgos had a brightly coloured and dangerously dilapidated boat which he took out every morning with the rest of the fishermen. His boat was always the easiest to spot because at some point the entire interior had been painted a livid and rather shocking lime green which caused the boat to glow almost radioactively on […]