cousin-carla-maratho

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Picture from my article:
«It’s getting better all the time…»

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Readers,
I’m proudly presenting to you a jar of Ikarian wildberry jam (or should I say ‘marmelade‘?) sent as a gift for me by Angelos and Nana. I don’t put it on my bread; me pig eat it with the spoonfulls like a sweet. What talks had we with Nana and others in the club about those wildberries last February. Because February is the worst… The wildberry talk helped a lot. Wildberries bloom between the thorns of their mother bush in spring, the the fruit gets slowly ripe in summer : white, green, black.

(A very strong Greek myth about life and death and childhood is -among other things- related to wildberries. It’s also a famous enigma. No wikipedia link here. I assume you lettered people know this myth. In case you don’t, no problem; I will gladly relate it in some other entry.)

It’s getting better all the time…
In Ikaria the wheel has spun a joly good round.
While it was so gloomy when I first visited as an adult, now…

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