Does Time fly? In some sense it does. It hovers in circles, A bird of prey, Above us. This chapter requires its own preface. However, the preface must follow the chapter proper. Isn’t that what friendships are like, the explanatory bit always following the existential bit? And that is how this biography is to...
Read more →I’m coming home, I’ve done my time… After a whole month searching for a company that could bring our gear over from Kleine Spouwen, Belgium to Iraklio, I was driving my upstairs neighbour with her cat to the vet last evening. While I was explaining that the transporters in our country charged over €5000...
Read more →Thursday already! Time flies when you’re having a good time! It’s hard to believe that I have been here for 2 months already. Just one more week and I will fly back to Belgium to make preparations for the final move. Actually I haven’t been doing a lot this week. I was terrible weather,...
Read more →Saturday had been a reasonably nice day. It was dry for a change and the temperature had risen to 15 degrees. I thought it would be good idea for me to go to Kastelli Kissamou on Sunday. Sunday morning greeted me with a grey sky, the type that disappears unnoticed into the equally grey...
Read more →I have been struggling lately with the layout of my website. I’d like to bring all the pages under one common format, or at least one common theme. My intention was to make them all look like the entry page. At the same time I’d like to keep an eye on the latest developments...
Read more →How the heating seriously hampered my climb on the social ladder, the curtains offended my deep sense of symmetry, jobs are weak and the drachme is strong, although VAT is on and off, automated responses aren’t and the Greek government is. Let’s see, what happened this week? In random order, since there is no...
Read more →Maastricht is ne brede Maar Maastricht ‘t is lang Maastricht is de leukste stad Gesellig aan de zang – Maastricht Karnival Song Maastricht is not broad But, Maastricht, it is long Maastricht is the finest city Gesellig* on the song – Translation Maastricht is eene groete cafe – Maastricht Karnival Song Maastricht is one...
Read more →The programmer begins in gladness… Well, the day is done. I’ve made my money and eaten my bread dipped in olive oil, so I can begin. That day, that day in the fall of 1984, in Maastricht, Limburg, The Netherlands, had just begun. I had come from my flat on the Hondestraat to my...
Read more →It was half past nine in the evening and they were six — in their early forties — at a table when I entered the “kafeníon”. No other customers were present except those men. I sat down at a table a little bit out of the way and ordered a “karafáki” and “mezé”. The...
Read more →This morning we had a little white surprise. I told you already that it had been relatively cold in the last couple of days. Instead of the 18 to 20 degrees centigrade we had in the first weeks of my arrival, we have been at around 10 degrees or less lately. As you can...
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