The sun is falling behind the houses in the
west of the city, I'm sitting here at the top of the Deniz Konak hotel, all
alone on this roof terrace except for the noise of traffic and the cawing of
gulls. The Sea of Marmara stretches before me, minarets puncture the glowing
sky, a fresh wind blows cool from the north. What a place. And what a perfect
time to come here, when it seems there are so few other tourists around.
There is an edge of sadness to this,
though...
On the plane over Greece, I looked
out the window at the mountainous peninsula stretching into the sea near
Thessoloniki and thought, my God, this is Greece for f***s sake! Not just
someone's tinpot backyard, but the home, the cradle of so much that our culture
and all that goes with it was born from.
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