The happy place

I’ve been to Greece a couple of times, and that’s always been absolutely nice.

To bathe in the Mediterranean Sea is a nice and relaxing sensation, snorkelling in the salty salt water.

I’ve heard there are corpses and sewage in there. Untreated sewage. And salt of course. The salt is incontestable, cause that’s the only thing that you can taste.

They have French fries in Greece.

Mediterranean diet I think always include fries.

So to go by boat from island to island on the Mediterranean Sea eating French fries, looking at acropolises just like Theseus did, that really is an intense cultural experience,

and it’s really cool on Crete.

Wasn’t it from Crete that Ikaros flew on the wings of wax made by Daedalus to escape imprisonment by king Minos?

Now visiting that place some thousand years later it’s hard to wrap your mind around its historical and cultural significance.

My father gave me €20 out of an ATM on Crete when I was in a tight spot, being unemployed at the time. This took place during a time in my youth; back when I was very handsome like a young Theseus, but clueless and without much of a plan (in general) really. A different age again. That generous gift really meant a lot and I remember it to this day.

Likely I bought cigarettes or something.

In fact when next I see my father, I’ll pay him back with interest. Not because he expects that, but because he don’t: to give without expecting anything in return is an act of goodness.

These days the rich folks line their pockets on poor folks expense, and sharp elbows and silver spoons behind their ears and in their lying mouths are what make people successful.

Greed is a virtue not a sin to these people.

Therefore kindness is something to treat extra carefully and cherish even more. Possibly it’s always been like that.

Indeed