With only 5 minutes delay, the plane from Brussels had landed on Kazantsakis Airport in Iraklio. In no time Lucien and Reinhilde collected their luggage and we were out in the parking. After cursing the official who had slipped a parking ticket behind my screenwipers, we set off and drove to Spiliá, some 8...
Read more →Today I met a British pensioner at Carola’s coffee house who told me a very funny story: his son, now a forensic psychologist, married a Cretan girl some 20 years ago and came to live here with his new family. He was employed at Chania airport for a couple of years, I don’t remember...
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 →After skimming through the adverts for apartments at what had become my habitual morning hangout: coffee at Carola’s, I went to see 2 more apartments and one real estate agent. Minoanland the name was. Upon entry of the offices I immediately spotted something highly unusual in this part of the world: the whole office...
Read more →I woke up because my mobile phone rang. It was Yvonne. I was beaten. The fatigue of the journey had taken its toll. After a shower I got out on the streets and bought the local newspaper which I read through the adverts while having a cup of coffee at Carola’s coffee shop on...
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