Singing and Plastic

Agios Markos

10th August 2019

Where I hear life as I lie on my bed. 

Women calling out to one another  how are you? How are the children? Are you going swimming?

Where at the local minimarket I  see an old woman sitting on a plastic chair in the cafe with plastic walls singing old traditional tunes with no accompaniment. Men murmur their approval when she stops and children stare fascinated wondering when they will get an ice cream or a sweet.

Where a grandfather swings his grandchild on a plastic swing on the terrace between the lanes and sings in his lilting, rich voice a melody full of love and childish rhymes. The child joins in on the familiar words in an innocent warble to the delight of his serenader and it all ends in joy and laughter.

Community life at the cafeneion
Yiayias (grandmothers) talking

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