It’s done. Flight A3-540 leaves on Saturday 29, at 7 in the morning and we will land at Düsseldorf at 12:40, with one hour to kill in Athens. We will be in Belgium/The Netherlands for a week and a half. It’ll be a little busy probably, what with our presence required in the Greek...
Read more →Up at six o’clock in the morning today. Plenty of time for my morning rituals and at 8 o’clock sharp I climbed the stairs of the employment office, straight to the second floor, where the hundred or so of misérables had been queueing last friday. There was nobody now. I entered the office the...
Read more →When I entered the police station the second time, there were less people. I recognized 5 faces from earlier. They were waiting for something apparently. The officer whom I had spoken to before smiled politely and knowingly. He must have seen it a thousand times. When it was my turn I paid the €196,5...
Read more →Steaming white I had left the police station without noticing where I went. I was glad that I had done so, for I might have said things that would have only brought me deeper in trouble. Now I saw that I was close to Melba, Carola’s coffee place. It felt like a good idea...
Read more →While we walked back to were I had parked the car, as we approached that spot, I tried to see whether the car was still there and had not been towed away. It was with a sigh of relief that I spotted it quietly waiting for us. It was only when I drove off...
Read more →Since most or Iraklio is one way only streets now, we decide we would be there faster on foot than by car, so we left the car parked where it was. After questioning half a dozen of people we found the building and entered. There was already a long queue of people waiting at...
Read more →With the missing form we got from the emigration police we drove to the office where I work in the centre. With the help of Popi, short for Penelope, I filled in the form. Somebody needed to sign it and I suggested that she would do that. That was a little bit too much...
Read more →After the ch’i gung exercises Yvonne went to feed Birte’s cats upstairs while I poured water in the kettle and put the kettle on the electric stove. I put the nescafé powder in 2 cups and while the water warmed up I went out on the balcony (18 meters of it) to remove the...
Read more →This feels good, 2 entries in 2 consecutive days. Maybe I’m on the right track again… I’ve done a bit of work in the background of the site: you can now use an RSS newsreader if you want to keep track of the Cretan Chronicles without using your browser. This has worked since the...
Read more →Two Dutch guys, aged 19 and 17, made it to the frontpage of the Saturday edition of the local Cretan newspaper “Patris”, or Patrida as it is still lovingly called by the elder people. It appears the boys had found a wallet on the beach in front of one of the sea-side hotels in...
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