I wake up in Cesme. The end of June, mornings are still fine. I enjoy my breakfast in the garden in the company of a trendy Turkish family. Mom and dad are on holiday with their two sons and grandchildren. The respective mothers are too fashionable for this environment. But they are having a great time, young people making the best of what life has to offer them. Mothers taking care of the kids while the fathers typing and skyping for last minute business. Successful self-made men. I observe but do not understand. Do I wish to be like them? I am confused.
I pack the bike and drive off in the hills. The boat to Chios is only going at 5 pm. I have time to kill. Drive. Read. Write.
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