September. Aegean Sea. Warm wind is
blowing her dress, messing up her hair. He’s walking calmly holding her hand; she
is casting side-glances to marvel at his smile; they are strolling through the
narrow alleys of Parikia, Paros, kissing in the corners. They are happy, they
are young and they are in love. The first night they danced to the music of the
“Pirate” they thought the world could end there end then with the jazz tunes of
John Coltrane. It was 1985 and it was unforgettable...
September. Aegean Sea. The old man was
sitting all alone, finishing this one glass of wine, as the music was dying out
and most of the other customers were already heading home to give the night a
rest. He approached our table with unique decency to offer a plate of leftover peanuts
for our unfinished wine. He smiled at us with kindness. “We really liked this
island and we came back whenever we could. But not this year. My wife, you see,
passed away last winter. This year I came alone”. Eyes full of sadness and a soul at peace with life itself, this man who returned to Paros, Parikia and the “Pirate”
time and again after 1985, was offering his life experience, concentrated in
one simple phrase “Take care of your love”. It was 2012 and it will be unforgettable.
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