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PIRAEUS
Jul 9, 2007 16:57:53 GMT -5
Post by Dave Besseling on Jul 9, 2007 16:57:53 GMT -5
GMT + 3 Europe Greece Euboea 37 57 41 N 023 38 20 E . PIRAEUS . These supposed rippled stevedores are weak-wristed, wear neon stripes and hold lightswitch sabers. All the cargo is offloaded with cranes, not slaves. Nothing but pulleys are twisted. . Balderdash! . Traffic wardens usher little euro-trash cars off - Skodas and Fiats- into the squealy steam of this ancient stodgy port. I pop another cherry I bought back on Rhodos and set out for the trains. . Bank Of Nova Scotia? Scotiabank? What is your business here, ye merry men of the Canuckian Maritimes? My waning curiosity finds other things to imagine: Beds, fans, and surely indulgent silence. . Down on the subway there are pictures of Grecian artifacts above the stops on the maps above the doors above the conversant nodding heads of where they can be found above ground. Stared at for sure and seen through perhaps. That man throwing a javelin. That Acropolis of a thing, what’s it called again? I don’t care today. Complacent Dave, the jaded little monkey. . The military psychological analyst I met on the ferry bids me a goodbye. His day will certainly be more interesting than mine but I’ve got the rest of the Ouzo, so I reckon I’ll be fine.
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